<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301</id><updated>2011-06-07T22:11:43.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scareykatt's poems</title><subtitle type='html'>WARNING: Some poems will be controversary.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>423</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113140176370791795</id><published>1991-02-26T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:14:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Threatening Poem</title><content type='html'>by Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really hate the other students&lt;br /&gt;They kept on bullying me&lt;br /&gt;The teacher don't do a thing about them&lt;br /&gt;She believed they were just playing around&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it any more&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing was the poem&lt;br /&gt;I was expressing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;"For I can be the next kid to bring guns to kill the students"&lt;br /&gt;That was how I felt at that time&lt;br /&gt;I gave the poem to a fellow student&lt;br /&gt;She notified the teacher&lt;br /&gt;I was arrested the next day&lt;br /&gt;I was expelled from school&lt;br /&gt;I served 100 days in juvenile hall&lt;br /&gt;Everyone made a big deal about it&lt;br /&gt;I was reaching out with the threatening poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113140176370791795?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://talk.thewb.com/' title='Threatening Poem'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113140176370791795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113140176370791795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140176370791795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140176370791795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/threatening-poem.html' title='Threatening Poem'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113140158692412743</id><published>1991-02-25T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:31:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lifetime</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the past&lt;br /&gt;Things were quite different&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I was homeless&lt;br /&gt;I managed to survive the street&lt;br /&gt;I had my own place in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;I grown a lot since then&lt;br /&gt;I became a better person - physically and mentally&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn't be any better&lt;br /&gt;I was proud I accomplished many things&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make it without the shelter's help&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget the experience&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to&lt;br /&gt;The shelter came at a much needed time&lt;br /&gt;I was grateful to have the shelter&lt;br /&gt;I continued on the right path&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't the same person&lt;br /&gt;I won't mess up ever again&lt;br /&gt;Or I will not depend on someone's help&lt;br /&gt;I have to make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we need to go back to the past&lt;br /&gt;We won't forget our roots&lt;br /&gt;After all, it was another lifetime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113140158692412743?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thezonela.com' title='Another Lifetime'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113140158692412743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113140158692412743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140158692412743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140158692412743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/another-lifetime.html' title='Another Lifetime'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113140063812966134</id><published>1991-02-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:57:18.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Denied Alcoholic</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a drinking problem&lt;br /&gt;Say it again&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a drinking problem&lt;br /&gt;Once more&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a drinking problem&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some friends believed I had one&lt;br /&gt;What do they really know about me?&lt;br /&gt;My life was perfect in every way&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful boss, beautiful place and cool friends&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking happy with my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any problems at all&lt;br /&gt;I paid my rent and bills on time&lt;br /&gt;I was never late at my job&lt;br /&gt;Still, they can’t get it out of their minds&lt;br /&gt;I was able to hold onto everything&lt;br /&gt;My life was under control&lt;br /&gt;Come on now&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have a drinking problem&lt;br /&gt;Say it&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I partied at the clubs every weekend&lt;br /&gt;I was a social drinker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113140063812966134?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://spiritalien.tripod.com/' title='Denied Alcoholic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113140063812966134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113140063812966134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140063812966134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140063812966134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/denied-alcoholic.html' title='Denied Alcoholic'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113140077081608289</id><published>1991-02-23T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:59:30.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Never Change</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dated my ex boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Things have never been so much better&lt;br /&gt;We started to fall back in love&lt;br /&gt;He remembered my favorite food&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun dating&lt;br /&gt;We got to know each other again&lt;br /&gt;We meant so much to each other&lt;br /&gt;It was good to be in each other’s lifes again&lt;br /&gt;Life was fabulous with him&lt;br /&gt;We took things very slowly&lt;br /&gt;Last time, we went too fast&lt;br /&gt;Something happened&lt;br /&gt;He showed up drunk at my place&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believed it&lt;br /&gt;He hasn’t stop drinking&lt;br /&gt;He was still working as a bartender&lt;br /&gt;I gave him another chance at love&lt;br /&gt;He just walked all over me&lt;br /&gt;He claimed he didn’t have a drinking problem&lt;br /&gt;He was happy with me&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I wasn’t happy with him&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do this again&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t&lt;br /&gt;It was hard the first time&lt;br /&gt;It nearly destroy my life&lt;br /&gt;His drinking reopened old wounds&lt;br /&gt;I still felt the knife in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It cut deeper into my soul&lt;br /&gt;I cried out loud in pain&lt;br /&gt;I wished I hadn’t went back to him&lt;br /&gt;Things never change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113140077081608289?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sanctuaryoflove.net/' title='Things Never Change'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113140077081608289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113140077081608289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140077081608289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140077081608289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/things-never-change.html' title='Things Never Change'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113140085110556825</id><published>1991-02-22T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:26:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunited With The Ex</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into my ex the other day&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t seen each other since last year&lt;br /&gt;Things got in the way of the relationship&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t parted on good terms&lt;br /&gt;We caught up with each other&lt;br /&gt;He straightened out his life&lt;br /&gt;He was sorry for the pain he caused me&lt;br /&gt;I was happy he went to rehab&lt;br /&gt;He wanted another chance with me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think it was a good ideal&lt;br /&gt;I moved on with my life&lt;br /&gt;We were so different from each other&lt;br /&gt;We grown apart too&lt;br /&gt;He was attraction to me as much I was to him&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned our break up was his wake up call&lt;br /&gt;It changed his life&lt;br /&gt;He has new outlook on life too&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t do it without me in his life&lt;br /&gt;I thought about another relationship with him&lt;br /&gt;We both had enough time to heal&lt;br /&gt;We went our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;We rebuilt our lifes&lt;br /&gt;We were happier with our lifes&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we found each other again&lt;br /&gt;Could it work for the second time?&lt;br /&gt;Should we give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;Would we drift apart again?&lt;br /&gt;Only time would tell&lt;br /&gt;We will take things slowly&lt;br /&gt;We will remain at our own apartments&lt;br /&gt;I was reunited with the ex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113140085110556825?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.madonna.com/' title='Reunited With The Ex'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113140085110556825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113140085110556825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140085110556825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140085110556825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/reunited-with-ex.html' title='Reunited With The Ex'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113140099098041974</id><published>1991-02-21T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:10:19.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence Victims</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the life of crime&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a life I want for myself&lt;br /&gt;It just happened&lt;br /&gt;It was forced on me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do a thing about it&lt;br /&gt;I threatened by my friend&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it was out of control&lt;br /&gt;I was in too deep&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t get enough sleep&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fear in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to help her anyway I can&lt;br /&gt;There weren’t any phones at my place&lt;br /&gt;He knew I would call the police&lt;br /&gt;We were somewhere in the country&lt;br /&gt;No one would have a chance to find her&lt;br /&gt;I promised her that I would protect her from him&lt;br /&gt;We need to find a way out of the mess&lt;br /&gt;She trusted me and has faith in me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean any harm to her&lt;br /&gt;It was never my ideal&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I were talking one night&lt;br /&gt;We wondered how we could get fast money&lt;br /&gt;One thing led to the next&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty drunk that night&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later, he brought home a little girl&lt;br /&gt;He claimed she was his niece&lt;br /&gt;It didn’t strike me as odd&lt;br /&gt;The girl was acting strangely&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned it was being in a new place&lt;br /&gt;I could relate to her&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t how to react around with strangers&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, I read the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;There was an article about a missing girl&lt;br /&gt;She fitted the girl’s description to the tee&lt;br /&gt;I confronted him with the truth&lt;br /&gt;He admitted it was the same girl&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I don’t believe he could do such a thing&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take her home in the car&lt;br /&gt;She needs to be home with her family&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed the keys from my hand&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned I was in deep as he was&lt;br /&gt;He would turn on me if I tell the police&lt;br /&gt;It was his story against mine&lt;br /&gt;He ruined my life in the mess&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to do the right thing&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice in the matter&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to end up in jail&lt;br /&gt;The girl and I were the innocence victims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113140099098041974?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://michaelalig.proboards30.com/index.cgi' title='Innocence Victims'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113140099098041974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113140099098041974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140099098041974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113140099098041974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/innocence-victims.html' title='Innocence Victims'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139982538539879</id><published>1991-02-20T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:43:45.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chance</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a drastic mistake&lt;br /&gt;I slept with another man&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk at the club&lt;br /&gt;This guy took me home with him&lt;br /&gt;I went home in the morning&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend wondered where I was&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t a good lair&lt;br /&gt;He saw I had the same clothes on&lt;br /&gt;I was being upfront about last night&lt;br /&gt;He had a hard time with it&lt;br /&gt;We were in a monogamous relationship&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t fool around with the men&lt;br /&gt;We were committed to our love&lt;br /&gt;I did a stupid thing&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t proud of the fling&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with him&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t meant it to happen&lt;br /&gt;It just happened&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t please with me&lt;br /&gt;I begged for his forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want anyone else, but him&lt;br /&gt;I destroyed our relationship&lt;br /&gt;He broke up with me&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded with him for another chance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139982538539879?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.michaelaligclubkids.com/contents.htm' title='Another Chance'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139982538539879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139982538539879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139982538539879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139982538539879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/another-chance.html' title='Another Chance'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139871196384441</id><published>1991-02-19T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:25:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Sat</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat in my chair&lt;br /&gt;I pondered what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems interesting to me&lt;br /&gt;Something that couldn’t grab my attention&lt;br /&gt;Anything wouldn’t give me sparks&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat in front of the computer&lt;br /&gt;I was about to give up the search&lt;br /&gt;The jobs wasn’t there for me&lt;br /&gt;I went to all the employment sites&lt;br /&gt;So far, I came up empty handed&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat with the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;I circled all the job leads I want&lt;br /&gt;I called them up on the phone&lt;br /&gt;There were either taken or faraway from me&lt;br /&gt;I was bored with looking for a job&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat stared into space&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on like this&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a job soon&lt;br /&gt;I was running out of time&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat crying&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded with God&lt;br /&gt;I asked, I shall receive&lt;br /&gt;Things must get better with my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to live in the street&lt;br /&gt;Here I sat in the chair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139871196384441?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oprah.com/' title='Here I Sat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139871196384441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139871196384441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139871196384441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139871196384441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/here-i-sat.html' title='Here I Sat'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139876311714952</id><published>1991-02-18T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:26:03.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Family Plead</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, people and the press&lt;br /&gt;This was the hardest thing for us&lt;br /&gt;My little girl was kidnapped in the park&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t bare of losing her&lt;br /&gt;She was our pride and joy&lt;br /&gt;Words couldn’t describe how we felt&lt;br /&gt;Only the emotions spoke volumes for us&lt;br /&gt;It broke our heart&lt;br /&gt;Our precious girl was missing&lt;br /&gt;We want everyone to be on the lookout&lt;br /&gt;Please, whatever u do, call the police&lt;br /&gt;Any lead may help capture the kidnapper&lt;br /&gt;We want our little girl back home where she belongs&lt;br /&gt;If you are a parent, you will doing a favor for your kid too&lt;br /&gt;Please call the police&lt;br /&gt;I offered $500,000 to the capture of the creep&lt;br /&gt;Don’t evoke the kidnapper&lt;br /&gt;Let the police do their job&lt;br /&gt;My little girl is counting on you&lt;br /&gt;Let bring her back home&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop the madness everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Your loved one may be at risk&lt;br /&gt;If someone is suspicious, call the police&lt;br /&gt;Please call the police&lt;br /&gt;We might be too late&lt;br /&gt;I really hope not&lt;br /&gt;She could be already be dead&lt;br /&gt;God, please give us the strength&lt;br /&gt;We can’t let her to be dead&lt;br /&gt;She deserved to be alive&lt;br /&gt;Kids are harmless&lt;br /&gt;Look at our tears&lt;br /&gt;We’re crying out for help&lt;br /&gt;We can’t let this ever happen again&lt;br /&gt;Our kids should be safe at any cost&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out for every kid out there&lt;br /&gt;We missed her very much&lt;br /&gt;We loved her as much as life itself&lt;br /&gt;God bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139876311714952?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vonerich.com/' title='The Family Plead'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139876311714952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139876311714952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139876311714952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139876311714952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/family-plead.html' title='The Family Plead'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139932727266961</id><published>1991-02-17T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:35:27.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kidnapped Girl</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me&lt;br /&gt;Please somebody help me&lt;br /&gt;Someone kidnapped me from the park&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t saw his face&lt;br /&gt;He wore a black mask&lt;br /&gt;My mother tried to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;He knocked her down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;God, I was frightened&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know where he took me&lt;br /&gt;He tied me up with rope&lt;br /&gt;I can’t run away at all&lt;br /&gt;God, he hurt me very badly&lt;br /&gt;The rope was too tight around my ankles&lt;br /&gt;He drove every direction&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t tell you where he took me&lt;br /&gt;He confused me good in the ride&lt;br /&gt;I was in a tiny room with a mattress on the floor&lt;br /&gt;He served me food under the door&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get out&lt;br /&gt;The windows was bricked&lt;br /&gt;No one will heard me scream&lt;br /&gt;This was the worst nightmare of my young life&lt;br /&gt;I wished my family would find me soon&lt;br /&gt;I truly missed them&lt;br /&gt;I cried every day in bed&lt;br /&gt;The future looked so bleak for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139932727266961?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://maxpages.com/spiritalien' title='The Kidnapped Girl'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139932727266961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139932727266961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139932727266961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139932727266961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/kidnapped-girl.html' title='The Kidnapped Girl'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139916158630247</id><published>1991-02-16T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:39:27.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kidnapper</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kidnapped this girl&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how much I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;She was the perfect girl for me&lt;br /&gt;Her parents was pretty rich&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they will do anything to get her back&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t give her back at all&lt;br /&gt;They need to pay me dearly&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t come cheap&lt;br /&gt;I won’t settle anything less than $2 million&lt;br /&gt;If the police gets involve, the price will go up&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t feel any remorse at all&lt;br /&gt;No one will give me a break&lt;br /&gt;I tried to find another job&lt;br /&gt;They turned their back on me&lt;br /&gt;It was so hard on me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t pay the rent, the bills and etc&lt;br /&gt;Desperate times means desperate measures&lt;br /&gt;I had no other choice at all&lt;br /&gt;I don’t give a damn about her family&lt;br /&gt;I was a scapegoat for her daddy&lt;br /&gt;He promised he will take care of everything&lt;br /&gt;Bull!&lt;br /&gt;He was only looking out for himself&lt;br /&gt;He was a saint in everyone’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;He could do no wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why should I feel remorse about the kid?&lt;br /&gt;I did it for the money and payback&lt;br /&gt;He deserved all the pain I brought to him&lt;br /&gt;He won’t get away with it&lt;br /&gt;Revenge was sweet and tasty&lt;br /&gt;It will be even sweeter when I get all the money&lt;br /&gt;Until then, they won’t see her ever again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139916158630247?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gaysville.tripod.com/characters/index.html' title='The Kidnapper'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139916158630247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139916158630247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139916158630247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139916158630247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/kidnapper.html' title='The Kidnapper'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139910549540544</id><published>1991-02-15T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:31:45.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Christ Entered</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ entered into my heart&lt;br /&gt;I felt his presence in my being&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome feeling&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so alive&lt;br /&gt;I had his warmth&lt;br /&gt;I had his love&lt;br /&gt;I had his comfort&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my newfound happiness&lt;br /&gt;I was at peace&lt;br /&gt;He took all the pain away from him&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any more sorrows&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I didn’t shut the door on him&lt;br /&gt;I gave him all my problems&lt;br /&gt;He changed my life drastically&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn’t get any better than this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139910549540544?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blackplanet.com/' title='Jesus Christ Entered'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139910549540544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139910549540544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139910549540544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139910549540544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/jesus-christ-entered.html' title='Jesus Christ Entered'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139900958693726</id><published>1991-02-14T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:30:15.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Believer</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t&lt;br /&gt;It was really, really him&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why couldn’t it be someone else?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believed in him&lt;br /&gt;I had never believe that there was a God&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t one of his followers&lt;br /&gt;I don’t believe in the bible either&lt;br /&gt;It was a bunch of lies&lt;br /&gt;Some verses are hypocritical&lt;br /&gt;The bible misled people&lt;br /&gt;I wished he hasn’t show up&lt;br /&gt;He came too late, too many years passed&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t there when I need him the most&lt;br /&gt;I was at the most lonely and horrifying time of my life&lt;br /&gt;My parents was murdered outside of a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Then I was placed with my abusive aunt&lt;br /&gt;Hello, what kind of God would do that to his own children?&lt;br /&gt;I had an hard time accepting my parents’ death&lt;br /&gt;I had to deal with my aunt too&lt;br /&gt;I can’t trust him anymore&lt;br /&gt;There was no God in my world&lt;br /&gt;He was worthless in my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel sympathy or love from him at all&lt;br /&gt;He was an illusion that a bunch of people made up&lt;br /&gt;He was the almighty powerful God&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right&lt;br /&gt;I can’t depend on an illusion&lt;br /&gt;I was proud to admit that I was a atheist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139900958693726?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.snpp.com/' title='Non Believer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139900958693726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139900958693726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139900958693726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139900958693726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/non-believer.html' title='Non Believer'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139890691644229</id><published>1991-02-13T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:28:26.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock, Knock</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Who’s there?&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t any answer&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;I looked through the peephole&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see anyone&lt;br /&gt;I went back watching TV&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Please go away&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t see someone through the peephole&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me&lt;br /&gt;It could be someone short&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was there&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the door&lt;br /&gt;Once again, nobody was there&lt;br /&gt;I realized it could be those pesky kids&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Damn them, damn them to hell&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a cup of water&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door and tossed it on them&lt;br /&gt;Oops, it was my next-door neighbor&lt;br /&gt;He heard some screaming from my place&lt;br /&gt;I explained that the kids played nigger knocking&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned nobody entered the apartments&lt;br /&gt;I found that odd&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Here we go again&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;The knock, knocks became louder than the music&lt;br /&gt;I got madder&lt;br /&gt;I opened the door&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was there&lt;br /&gt;I looked around outside&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see anyone&lt;br /&gt;I went back inside&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;I just want a relaxing day&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that was strange&lt;br /&gt;It was coming from inside of my place&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;It drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I searched everywhere for that person&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn’t find anyone&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;All along, I was such a fool&lt;br /&gt;It was a different door&lt;br /&gt;I felt it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was Jesus Christ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139890691644229?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oldjournal.blogspot.com/' title='Knock, Knock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139890691644229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139890691644229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139890691644229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139890691644229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/knock-knock.html' title='Knock, Knock'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139796985102013</id><published>1991-02-12T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:12:49.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Man Of The House</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was killed in a car accident few months ago&lt;br /&gt;It was upon me to take care my family&lt;br /&gt;I was the oldest kid, 17 year old&lt;br /&gt;The rest were 15, 12, 9 and 6&lt;br /&gt;Our mom worked two jobs to support us&lt;br /&gt;It was very hard on her&lt;br /&gt;I made it easier for her&lt;br /&gt;I quit the eleventh grade&lt;br /&gt;Of course, she was pretty upset by it&lt;br /&gt;She threatened to kick my ass if I didn’t go back&lt;br /&gt;I knew she wouldn’t do such a thing&lt;br /&gt;She can’t raise us all by herself&lt;br /&gt;She needed help&lt;br /&gt;I can always go back to school in my twenties&lt;br /&gt;This wasn’t the time for school&lt;br /&gt;Her two jobs and raising five kids took a toll on her&lt;br /&gt;She wasn’t getting sleep at all&lt;br /&gt;She dragged her feet everywhere&lt;br /&gt;She could barely keep up with the kids&lt;br /&gt;The kids did more chores around the house&lt;br /&gt;The 15 babysat the rest and cooked&lt;br /&gt;The 12 did the dishes and the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;The 9 kept the rooms clean&lt;br /&gt;The youngest was being a kid&lt;br /&gt;We became responsible in our young ages&lt;br /&gt;It pleased our mother very much&lt;br /&gt;None of us was a huge problem&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were fights&lt;br /&gt;We settled it ourselves&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t want to bother her with the fights&lt;br /&gt;She already had a big plate to handle&lt;br /&gt;Most days, she worked 12-hour shifts at the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;I worked with her for eight hours&lt;br /&gt;Then, I went straight home&lt;br /&gt;I made sure everything was fabulous before she came&lt;br /&gt;She couldn’t done it without our help, mostly mine&lt;br /&gt;I was the new man of the house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139796985102013?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.habbo.com/habbo/en/' title='New Man Of The House'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139796985102013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139796985102013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139796985102013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139796985102013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/new-man-of-house.html' title='New Man Of The House'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139764432132562</id><published>1991-02-11T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:07:24.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fatherless Void</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father passed away in 1973&lt;br /&gt;It left a huge void in my life&lt;br /&gt;I felt so empty inside&lt;br /&gt;It crushed my being&lt;br /&gt;I was four year old&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t right that I didn’t had a father to love&lt;br /&gt;My parents was my whole world&lt;br /&gt;I loved them dearly&lt;br /&gt;As I got older, I wanted a man to love&lt;br /&gt;A father figure would be there for me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t receive that much love from my mother&lt;br /&gt;There were four of us, kids&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t enough mom to go around&lt;br /&gt;Something strange happened to me&lt;br /&gt;I developed feelings for men&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t understand why&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t expose to the gay lifestyle at that time&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t met a gay person either&lt;br /&gt;Being gay was the furthest thing from my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted a father to love&lt;br /&gt;Yet, somehow it turned into something else&lt;br /&gt;Why did it happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be that way, I just can’t&lt;br /&gt;An absent father couldn’t make me gay&lt;br /&gt;No way, no how&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t possible&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I missed my dad so much&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I wanted a man to love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mostly stay home with my mom&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t make me gay&lt;br /&gt;God, I just wanted a father to love&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I gained sexual feelings for men&lt;br /&gt;I had the fatherless void&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139764432132562?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.heathertom.net/' title='A Fatherless Void'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139764432132562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139764432132562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139764432132562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139764432132562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/fatherless-void.html' title='A Fatherless Void'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139749483745124</id><published>1991-02-10T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:09:32.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Crush</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered him quite well&lt;br /&gt;He was blonde, blue eyes and my brother’s best friend&lt;br /&gt;We were about the same age&lt;br /&gt;He lived next door to us in Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t dare to tell anyone about my crush&lt;br /&gt;I just kept it inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the other kids will make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to go through that trouble&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think anyone would stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Back then, gay was off limits&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I wanted to spend all my time with him&lt;br /&gt;He was the only person I could think of&lt;br /&gt;My dad passed away&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have anyone to look up to&lt;br /&gt;My brother wouldn’t cut it&lt;br /&gt;He was the new man of the house&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the same without our daddy&lt;br /&gt;The blonde kid was someone I could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Why not him?&lt;br /&gt;He was closest to my age&lt;br /&gt;He was a perfect friend&lt;br /&gt;We got along just absolutely fabulous&lt;br /&gt;My brother was kind of jealous&lt;br /&gt;I always tag along&lt;br /&gt;We did about everything together&lt;br /&gt;Something big happened to all of us&lt;br /&gt;My family moved away to DFW&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t stay in touch at all&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad that I wouldn’t have him as a friend&lt;br /&gt;A void entered my heart&lt;br /&gt;There went my first crush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139749483745124?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uk.gay.com/' title='My First Crush'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139749483745124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139749483745124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139749483745124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139749483745124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/my-first-crush.html' title='My First Crush'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138735370007692</id><published>1991-02-09T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:41:34.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, I came upon an old friend online&lt;br /&gt;I found his Christian web site&lt;br /&gt;He was the pastor for Grace Fellowship&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believed that&lt;br /&gt;I remembered we were in the church choir&lt;br /&gt;He came a long way since then; everyone did&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen him in a long time&lt;br /&gt;He moved to Austin with his lover&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sent him an IM&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t know who I was&lt;br /&gt;I brought up our friends, the church and such&lt;br /&gt;He still hasn’t have the slightest ideal&lt;br /&gt;I sent my picture in an email&lt;br /&gt;He finally recognized me as Queen&lt;br /&gt;We caught up with each other’s lifes&lt;br /&gt;He still lived in Austin with their new adoption baby&lt;br /&gt;I was still a hell raiser in Hollyweird, so to speak!&lt;br /&gt;He wondered when I was going to visit Dallas&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue yet&lt;br /&gt;My other friend tried to get me to come down last fall&lt;br /&gt;Something came up&lt;br /&gt;It have been too long since I last saw them&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait at all&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully soon, I would see my old friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138735370007692?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dallasvoice.com/' title='Old Friends'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138735370007692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138735370007692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138735370007692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138735370007692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139090100923108</id><published>1991-02-08T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:38:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite young&lt;br /&gt;Ten year old, to be exactly&lt;br /&gt;He was in high school&lt;br /&gt;We lived across the street from each other&lt;br /&gt;His mother was a lesbian and had a gay lover&lt;br /&gt;We was quite close, as close as family&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was gay, but I never act on those feelings&lt;br /&gt;I found him quite attraction&lt;br /&gt;A window opportunity opened for us&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was at his home&lt;br /&gt;We decided to fool around in the shed&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t being pressure by him&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to explore a male body&lt;br /&gt;I was so freaking nervous&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;We took off our clothes&lt;br /&gt;His was already up; I was getting there&lt;br /&gt;I just hold it; that was all I did&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to get inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t ready; I was scared too&lt;br /&gt;We lay on the ground&lt;br /&gt;He held me to cease my worries&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing to be afraid of&lt;br /&gt;It was okay&lt;br /&gt;I got scared again, not because of him&lt;br /&gt;Someone came running to the backyard&lt;br /&gt;Damn, he will find us naked&lt;br /&gt;There was a big hole in the door&lt;br /&gt;We dressed as fast as we could&lt;br /&gt;His young brother opened the door&lt;br /&gt;He thought there was something up between us&lt;br /&gt;We was speechless&lt;br /&gt;We went on with our business&lt;br /&gt;We hadn’t speak of the close call ever again&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want anyone to know about me&lt;br /&gt;Of course, our mouths were shut&lt;br /&gt;My family wouldn’t understand at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139090100923108?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christiangays.com/' title='My First Time'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139090100923108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139090100923108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090100923108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090100923108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/my-first-time.html' title='My First Time'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139090312413034</id><published>1991-02-07T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:35:56.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gays, Lesbians, and Bisexuals don’t have that much freedom&lt;br /&gt;We tended to cave into society&lt;br /&gt;A place where people listened to the world&lt;br /&gt;They don’t treat us with respect&lt;br /&gt;We cheated out of true happiness and selves&lt;br /&gt;We was beaten for the people we was&lt;br /&gt;We defeated by the world, but not by God&lt;br /&gt;He gave us that life&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the world believed&lt;br /&gt;We was trapped in the closet to live unhappy lifes&lt;br /&gt;Some gave up their lives&lt;br /&gt;They believed it was a sin&lt;br /&gt;Parents and friends grieved&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a game&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes were at stake&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and smell the coffee&lt;br /&gt;Nail this on your head&lt;br /&gt;We was the same from God&lt;br /&gt;We blamed this world&lt;br /&gt;It caused great pain&lt;br /&gt;Satan put lies in people’s heads&lt;br /&gt;Others may never know the truth&lt;br /&gt;Satan thought he was clever&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he told you, we shall listen to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;There won’t be any more slaps across our faces&lt;br /&gt;We will be free from being trap in the closet&lt;br /&gt;We will fight for our rights&lt;br /&gt;We will march in the gay parades&lt;br /&gt;We will continued to have our gay pride weekends&lt;br /&gt;We knew in our hearts that we was born gay&lt;br /&gt;Few people really don’t want to accept that&lt;br /&gt;They want us to stay in the closet&lt;br /&gt;They want us to live a normal life - Straight&lt;br /&gt;God, please give us the freedom and the world&lt;br /&gt;We richly deserved to live our lifes to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;The minutes turned into hours&lt;br /&gt;We burned to be the person that God made us&lt;br /&gt;The truth will set us free from the closet to live our lifes&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn’t trade our rainbow freedom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139090312413034?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://p198.ezboard.com/fallinapenfrm62.showMessage?topicID=254.topic' title='Rainbow Freedom'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139090312413034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139090312413034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090312413034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090312413034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/rainbow-freedom.html' title='Rainbow Freedom'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139090369410244</id><published>1991-02-06T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:33:38.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snakes was man’s worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;They slithered in our lifes&lt;br /&gt;The world was a living hell&lt;br /&gt;We fell to the ground crying&lt;br /&gt;The bell started to ring&lt;br /&gt;They sung, “Destroy all comers!”&lt;br /&gt;We drove out of The Garden Of Eden&lt;br /&gt;We lived to get even with them&lt;br /&gt;Let the snakes come near us&lt;br /&gt;We will tear them apart&lt;br /&gt;We vowed revenge&lt;br /&gt;We took them to Doom Day&lt;br /&gt;All snakes was dead meat&lt;br /&gt;We brought a gigantic club with us&lt;br /&gt;We sought out the revenge&lt;br /&gt;They ought not to escape from us&lt;br /&gt;We haunted them to the four corners&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can sour our fun&lt;br /&gt;The sun burned them to a crisp&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes turned back to normal as normal it could be&lt;br /&gt;The snake will be another life form or some sort of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time, we will win for once and for all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139090369410244?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.asianprofiles.com/Home.jsp' title='Snakes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139090369410244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139090369410244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090369410244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090369410244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/snakes.html' title='Snakes'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139090602116194</id><published>1991-02-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:32:19.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared our lifes in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;I cared to be love by him in the most ultimate way&lt;br /&gt;We was lost in love, only if it’s for real&lt;br /&gt;We sealed it with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;We hit a homerun&lt;br /&gt;We don’t sit there and do nothing&lt;br /&gt;Something bounded to happen for us&lt;br /&gt;I found my way to the bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats sounded for true love&lt;br /&gt;I dove into bed in the heat of passion&lt;br /&gt;I was defeated by love&lt;br /&gt;I felt it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It melts me in his loving arms&lt;br /&gt;We was unity to receive each other’s love&lt;br /&gt;I was never alone in bed&lt;br /&gt;We really want comfort in one bed&lt;br /&gt;We will remain in love forever&lt;br /&gt;That was the best way to go, among other things&lt;br /&gt;I craved to love him with my heart&lt;br /&gt;I hugged him with my arms&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him on my lips&lt;br /&gt;I hold him with my hand&lt;br /&gt;I saw the beauty in him&lt;br /&gt;I touched him with my fingers&lt;br /&gt;I felt his life in the most highest&lt;br /&gt;I can’t get enough of him&lt;br /&gt;I want a long lasting relationship&lt;br /&gt;Not just for sex&lt;br /&gt;I want friendship, comfort, warmth and love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;He was the one and only man for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139090602116194?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.angelfire.com/trek/proutsy/' title='Relationship'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139090602116194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139090602116194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090602116194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090602116194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139090729966874</id><published>1991-02-04T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:31:35.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So long, love&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You was everything to me&lt;br /&gt;But something drastic changed our relationship&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t love you the same way anymore&lt;br /&gt;From deep down, I wished I could&lt;br /&gt;Our love wasn’t good enough for us&lt;br /&gt;I can’t deal with your HIV status&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for me&lt;br /&gt;I already lost many friends to AIDS&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t bared of going through it again&lt;br /&gt;I can’t handle it anymore&lt;br /&gt;I know I hurt you deeply&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you would forgive me&lt;br /&gt;You deserved someone much better than me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be your strength&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the strength for the both of us&lt;br /&gt;The moment we found out, it crushed my spirit&lt;br /&gt;I thought we would have a lifetime of love&lt;br /&gt;That love disappeared into thin air&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;You was my angel&lt;br /&gt;Heavens awaits you with open arms&lt;br /&gt;For me, it would probably be hell for me&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on us&lt;br /&gt;You will find strength within you&lt;br /&gt;You will fight the disease with all your being&lt;br /&gt;God will give you a fighting chance&lt;br /&gt;God will send you a long lasting boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;You deserved much more than life has to offer you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don’t give up on yourself&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t worth of your love&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on you&lt;br /&gt;I was scared for my life&lt;br /&gt;I was foolish enough to have sex with one condom&lt;br /&gt;For that, I wasn’t good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;So long, love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139090729966874?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.soapcentral.com/soapcentral/index.php' title='So Long, Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139090729966874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139090729966874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090729966874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090729966874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/so-long-love.html' title='So Long, Love'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139090932554348</id><published>1991-02-03T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:30:23.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt By Love</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t expect it at all&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t feel any resentful toward me&lt;br /&gt;He was his own lovable self&lt;br /&gt;I thought we became closer, thanks to my HIV status&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t distance himself at all&lt;br /&gt;He went to visit his sick mother in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;I figured he would be back within a week&lt;br /&gt;I was counting the days he would come home&lt;br /&gt;A week was up; he hasn’t come home yet&lt;br /&gt;Nor, he called me either&lt;br /&gt;He may have missed his plane&lt;br /&gt;I waited by the phone&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so far&lt;br /&gt;I realized his mom wanted him to stay for couple more days&lt;br /&gt;I went on with my life&lt;br /&gt;A thought came to my mind&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t pick up his paycheck&lt;br /&gt;He was still out of town&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to pick it up for him&lt;br /&gt;His boss already knew me&lt;br /&gt;I went to his work&lt;br /&gt;The boss mentioned he was at work every day&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to work the late shift&lt;br /&gt;I found that odd&lt;br /&gt;What happened to his sick mother?&lt;br /&gt;I called his mother&lt;br /&gt;She explained everything was fine&lt;br /&gt;She was healthy as a horse&lt;br /&gt;She hasn’t heard from him over a month&lt;br /&gt;God, it told me one thing&lt;br /&gt;He wanted no part of me anymore&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke in a million of pieces&lt;br /&gt;How come he doesn’t want me?&lt;br /&gt;We was perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;It must be the reason he left&lt;br /&gt;I was HIV positive and he wasn’t&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stop crying&lt;br /&gt;Love wasn’t supposed to be that way&lt;br /&gt;He can’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;We belonged together no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I can’t face the disease alone&lt;br /&gt;I need my boyfriend beside me&lt;br /&gt;He was my strength&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go at it alone&lt;br /&gt;God, please let him to come home&lt;br /&gt;I missed him&lt;br /&gt;I still loved him&lt;br /&gt;He just can’t stop loving me&lt;br /&gt;He just can’t&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t that afraid as much I was&lt;br /&gt;I was living with the virus&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I hate him now&lt;br /&gt;He abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;Why, God, why?&lt;br /&gt;He can’t abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing wrong at all&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t plan of getting the deadly disease&lt;br /&gt;It just happen&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t a thing I could do about it&lt;br /&gt;I had to live with it for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Where were my support and my love?&lt;br /&gt;He went out of the door and never returned&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate him for leaving me&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what was worst?&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t have the courage to leave a Dear John Letter&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was so alone and hurt by love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139090932554348?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mysoapsonline.com/main/index.shtml' title='Hurt By Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139090932554348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139090932554348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090932554348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139090932554348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/hurt-by-love.html' title='Hurt By Love'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113139091142072246</id><published>1991-02-02T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:29:24.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frightening Scared</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord!&lt;br /&gt;I hoped my boyfriend don’t get it&lt;br /&gt;We were being so careful&lt;br /&gt;One thing led to the next&lt;br /&gt;We couldn’t help ourselves&lt;br /&gt;He was pist off at me&lt;br /&gt;He ran straight to the shower to clean his ass quickly&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why him?&lt;br /&gt;God, don’t let him get the virus&lt;br /&gt;Please, God&lt;br /&gt;We was in passionate mood&lt;br /&gt;There weren’t enough condoms&lt;br /&gt;We just took a risk with one condom&lt;br /&gt;We were hot and heavy&lt;br /&gt;The condom broke inside of him&lt;br /&gt;He felt it coming inside&lt;br /&gt;He screamed, “Get it out! Get it out!”&lt;br /&gt;He was truly frightened of me for the first time&lt;br /&gt;He blamed me for pushing him into sex&lt;br /&gt;Hello, he wanted it as much I want it&lt;br /&gt;We hadn’t sex since our HIV tests&lt;br /&gt;We waited for a while till we had sex&lt;br /&gt;We wanted information about safe sex&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believed it&lt;br /&gt;He thought that I purposely gave it to him&lt;br /&gt;God, what was he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;I would never ever do such a thing&lt;br /&gt;I loved him very much&lt;br /&gt;I cared a lot for his safety&lt;br /&gt;He need to realized that things happened&lt;br /&gt;We could have went to the store for more condoms&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to stay in the passionate mood&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we took a chance with one condom&lt;br /&gt;I got him to calm down&lt;br /&gt;He felt sorry for the nasty thing he said to me&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I forgave him&lt;br /&gt;I hold him in his arms&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep in bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113139091142072246?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thepsychomovies.com/forum/' title='Frightening Scared'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113139091142072246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113139091142072246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139091142072246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113139091142072246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/frightening-scared.html' title='Frightening Scared'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138969305548778</id><published>1991-02-01T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:27:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boyfriend and I had a fabulous relationship&lt;br /&gt;Our love was so passionate, loving and caring&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could ever tear our love apart&lt;br /&gt;We was on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;One night, I wasn’t feeling well&lt;br /&gt;I was feverish&lt;br /&gt;I threw up couple of times&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was something I ate&lt;br /&gt;I slept it off till the morning&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was still sick to my stomach&lt;br /&gt;I paid a visit to my doctor&lt;br /&gt;He checked me out&lt;br /&gt;He was curious about something&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what&lt;br /&gt;He asked, “If I ever had an HIV test?”&lt;br /&gt;God, I took it once before&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t a need for a new one&lt;br /&gt;I hardly fool around, let alone do drugs&lt;br /&gt;Couple weeks later, the doctor gave me the news&lt;br /&gt;I was HIV positive&lt;br /&gt;How could it be?&lt;br /&gt;I know my lover didn’t have it&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t do drugs or slept around&lt;br /&gt;To be on the safe side, the doctor checked him out too&lt;br /&gt;He turned out to be HIV negative&lt;br /&gt;We was both shocked&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;How could I got it and he doesn’t?&lt;br /&gt;The doctor explained I had it for a while&lt;br /&gt;I was in the window; it didn’t show up at all&lt;br /&gt;This time, HIV appeared on the test&lt;br /&gt;My lover and I need to learn to live with it&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we need to practice safe sex&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend wanted me double up on the condoms&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t want the virus&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t want to give it to him either&lt;br /&gt;Our safety comes first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138969305548778?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thepsychomovies.com/' title='HIV Window'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138969305548778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138969305548778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138969305548778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138969305548778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/02/hiv-window.html' title='HIV Window'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138969474395094</id><published>1991-01-31T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:26:20.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV Plead</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work&lt;br /&gt;My lover wasn’t pleased with me about something&lt;br /&gt;I had never saw him that angry before&lt;br /&gt;We had small fights&lt;br /&gt;Then we kissed and made up&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was quite different&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fire in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t hold back at all&lt;br /&gt;He claimed I couldn’t be trusted&lt;br /&gt;I put his life on the line&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord, I had a feeling he knows&lt;br /&gt;I was being so careful with the secret&lt;br /&gt;He accidentally saw my meds in the closet&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for something nice to wear tonight&lt;br /&gt;We supposed to celebrate our six-month anniversary&lt;br /&gt;I wished he didn’t have my apartment key&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better&lt;br /&gt;I thought he wouldn’t ever find out&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t being careless&lt;br /&gt;I was in the perfect health&lt;br /&gt;I tried to calm him down&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hold him&lt;br /&gt;He pushed me away&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean any harm at all&lt;br /&gt;He slapped me around the face&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded with him to understand&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be love&lt;br /&gt;No one ever wants a HIV lover&lt;br /&gt;I meant well&lt;br /&gt;He got to believe that&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what I did was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I should have tell him in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t bare the thought of losing love again&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to lose him at all&lt;br /&gt;He was my man, my man to love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t live without his love&lt;br /&gt;He means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be love&lt;br /&gt;What was wrong of loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;He threw the dirty little secret in my face&lt;br /&gt;I put his life at risk, a death sentence&lt;br /&gt;How come I do such a nasty thing?&lt;br /&gt;He claimed I should be arrest for attempted murder&lt;br /&gt;He can’t call the police, he just can’t&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all&lt;br /&gt;We would get through this together&lt;br /&gt;I promised there weren’t any more secrets&lt;br /&gt;Everything was out in the open&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty for keeping it from him&lt;br /&gt;Come on, dear, you can get over it&lt;br /&gt;He slapped me again&lt;br /&gt;He made a good point, how could he?&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t know he have the HIV virus.&lt;br /&gt;It would be weeks to know&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could take the HIV back from him&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t deserve the disease&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned that I deserved it and even AIDS&lt;br /&gt;Please, I was begging him&lt;br /&gt;Take me back&lt;br /&gt;Take me back&lt;br /&gt;I got on my knees, pleading with him&lt;br /&gt;My tears speak volumes&lt;br /&gt;I need him in my life to love&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t heard of it&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the key back and stormed out of my apartment&lt;br /&gt;I lost him forever&lt;br /&gt;God, What have I done?&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to be love&lt;br /&gt;Is that a crime?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to be love by someone special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138969474395094?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://spiritalien.tripod.com/oldjournal/' title='HIV Plead'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138969474395094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138969474395094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138969474395094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138969474395094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/hiv-plead.html' title='HIV Plead'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138969620230929</id><published>1991-01-30T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:20:36.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Secret</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;I was truly in love with him&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stop thinking about him day and night&lt;br /&gt;He was the most caring, loving person I ever love&lt;br /&gt;Our love was just perfect as God’s love&lt;br /&gt;He was the only man for me&lt;br /&gt;We were committed to each other&lt;br /&gt;We basically saw each other about every day&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have time for anyone else&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to spend every waking moment&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast everywhere we go&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t want the love to end&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Our love didn’t last at all&lt;br /&gt;He withheld something important from me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe it at all, not for a second&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond shock&lt;br /&gt;It destroyed my feelings for him&lt;br /&gt;He kept a secret from me&lt;br /&gt;All this time, I didn’t know he was HIV positive&lt;br /&gt;My God! We had unsafe sex&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t like the feel of the condoms&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I should have listen to my gut feelings&lt;br /&gt;I got so freaking angry&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t he tell me about his HIV status?&lt;br /&gt;He has some nerves&lt;br /&gt;He claimed he loved me with all his heart&lt;br /&gt;How could he do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;Keeping secrets wasn’t love&lt;br /&gt;It was lies, lies and more lies&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I see him&lt;br /&gt;I will give him a piece of my mind&lt;br /&gt;He would regret the day we met at the club&lt;br /&gt;Damn, we should have been more careful for sex&lt;br /&gt;If I became HIV positive, I would kill him&lt;br /&gt;I wished I didn’t find his HIV medication by accidentally&lt;br /&gt;Our love was perfect&lt;br /&gt;He destroyed my life from that terrible secret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138969620230929?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://spiritalien.tripod.com/earthjournal/' title='Terrible Secret'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138969620230929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138969620230929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138969620230929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138969620230929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/terrible-secret.html' title='Terrible Secret'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138970039839453</id><published>1991-01-29T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:21:57.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy’s Death</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy recently died from cancer&lt;br /&gt;We were on the way to his funeral&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t understand at all&lt;br /&gt;My daddy was supposed to be there for us&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he remained cold and silence&lt;br /&gt;I wished he could talk to me again&lt;br /&gt;Or play ball with me&lt;br /&gt;I missed his love and hugs&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t he be there for the baby and me?&lt;br /&gt;The baby needs him more than I do&lt;br /&gt;I was only five year old&lt;br /&gt;My oldest brother was blessed to have a dad all his life&lt;br /&gt;He just gave up his job for us&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t go back to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;He would pick up where daddy left off&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t happy at all&lt;br /&gt;A huge piece from my heart left a void&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was hurting&lt;br /&gt;Our father was my life&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care for the Hollywood stars&lt;br /&gt;He was the perfect role model for me&lt;br /&gt;Things was never be the same without daddy&lt;br /&gt;He made us laugh, cried, obedient, love and others&lt;br /&gt;He told us wonderful stories about his life&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember him&lt;br /&gt;My baby sister would remember him too&lt;br /&gt;I will pass his stories on to her&lt;br /&gt;I will tell her everything our loving daddy&lt;br /&gt;My mother and brother helped me to cope with daddy’s death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138970039839453?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hometown.aol.com/scareykatt/prom.html' title='Daddy’s Death'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138970039839453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138970039839453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138970039839453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138970039839453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/daddys-death.html' title='Daddy’s Death'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138979563915168</id><published>1991-01-28T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:15:14.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father’s Last Days</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was dying from cancer&lt;br /&gt;He hasn’t that much to live&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen him in years&lt;br /&gt;My mother wanted all the kids be there for his last days&lt;br /&gt;She was expecting the worst any day&lt;br /&gt;I was the oldest&lt;br /&gt;I had to be there for my siblings&lt;br /&gt;They would need all the support from me&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes was in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I need to be brave for them&lt;br /&gt;Some of them wouldn’t take it&lt;br /&gt;The second youngest was five year old&lt;br /&gt;He may not understand death that well&lt;br /&gt;He was the most heartbroken of them all&lt;br /&gt;Our father was his role model&lt;br /&gt;He looked up to him&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t want him to go&lt;br /&gt;He needs his daddy&lt;br /&gt;It just broke my heart for him&lt;br /&gt;The other kid was just a baby&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn’t know her daddy&lt;br /&gt;She has no memories at all&lt;br /&gt;She will grow up without a daddy&lt;br /&gt;Well, I decided something&lt;br /&gt;It will make my sibs very happy&lt;br /&gt;Since they need a role model, I could be it for them&lt;br /&gt;Our father was the best dad we ever had&lt;br /&gt;He was a good role model too&lt;br /&gt;I would give up my job in Hollywood and move back home&lt;br /&gt;There was no ands, buts or ifs about it&lt;br /&gt;My family really needs me&lt;br /&gt;They need structure in their young lifes&lt;br /&gt;Our daddy was leaving soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138979563915168?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hometown.aol.com/scareykatt/stories.html' title='Father’s Last Days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138979563915168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138979563915168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138979563915168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138979563915168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/fathers-last-days.html' title='Father’s Last Days'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138979706346224</id><published>1991-01-27T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:14:38.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollyweird Freak</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this wonderful person online&lt;br /&gt;We had so many things in common&lt;br /&gt;We loved the beaches, the mountains, the malls and more&lt;br /&gt;We basically talked every night online&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful feeling I finally found someone to my liking&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t want to rush into anything fast&lt;br /&gt;Let love happen for us&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to meet me at a coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;I declined; I don’t drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;He suggested a movie&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted, but declined&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t any movie I want to see at that time&lt;br /&gt;I was more into classics&lt;br /&gt;He suggested eating out&lt;br /&gt;I would love to, but…&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it&lt;br /&gt;I was known as a Hollyweird freak&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t tell him my real nature&lt;br /&gt;Some people wouldn’t “understand” me at all&lt;br /&gt;All the times, he wanted to meet&lt;br /&gt;I refused every single time&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be bother with those people&lt;br /&gt;The truth was I was protecting myself from hurt&lt;br /&gt;It is all I could do right now&lt;br /&gt;I need to get to know them better&lt;br /&gt;Then, I will know I could trust them&lt;br /&gt;If trust wasn’t there, I want no part of them&lt;br /&gt;Love may be around the corner&lt;br /&gt;The hurt was too deep to trust anyone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let it happen ever again&lt;br /&gt;Shallow people hurt me so many times&lt;br /&gt;No one could fix the pain I had&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t take any risks&lt;br /&gt;I know deep down I would get hurt again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138979706346224?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/gaysville/' title='Hollyweird Freak'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138979706346224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138979706346224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138979706346224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138979706346224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/hollyweird-freak.html' title='Hollyweird Freak'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138979681452958</id><published>1991-01-26T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:13:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euthanasia Case</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things didn’t go as plan in court&lt;br /&gt;I was really in deep water&lt;br /&gt;The jury found me guilty of the murders&lt;br /&gt;The court banned me from ever being a nurse&lt;br /&gt;I was in disbelieved&lt;br /&gt;I can’t gasp of the murder charges&lt;br /&gt;I was only helping the patience with their dying wish&lt;br /&gt;Yet, no one believed the honest truth&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve prison time?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wished I was more secretive&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn’t suspect a thing at all&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel guilty what I did&lt;br /&gt;I helped them the best way I know how&lt;br /&gt;I was against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I denied that I wanted to kill them&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ease the patients' suffering through death.&lt;br /&gt;Euthanasia was illegal in Hungary&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I didn’t knew that&lt;br /&gt;That was my downfall&lt;br /&gt;I should have been more careful with the murders&lt;br /&gt;The patience expressed to have their life terminated&lt;br /&gt;In my case, euthanasia wasn’t in my favor&lt;br /&gt;I was branded as a cold-blooded murderer in court&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138979681452958?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hometown.aol.com/scareykatt/gardenbabies.html' title='Euthanasia Case'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138979681452958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138979681452958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138979681452958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138979681452958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/euthanasia-case.html' title='Euthanasia Case'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138862446474206</id><published>1991-01-25T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:53:07.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was I Guilty Of The Murders?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Was I guilty of the murders?&lt;br /&gt;I was a nurse at a Hungary hospital&lt;br /&gt;The patients’ pain was too much to take&lt;br /&gt;They couldn’t bare it any longer&lt;br /&gt;They were too weak to do anything&lt;br /&gt;My heart goes out for them&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could help them somehow&lt;br /&gt;They knew of a way to make it happen&lt;br /&gt;Lethal injection will end the pain for them&lt;br /&gt;That was a fabulous ideal&lt;br /&gt;The law was the furthest thing from my mind&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t get in that much trouble&lt;br /&gt;They wanted my help&lt;br /&gt;I can’t let them down&lt;br /&gt;They were depending on me&lt;br /&gt;I had a good reason at night&lt;br /&gt;I might as well do the injection on my work shift&lt;br /&gt;No one will be suspicious of the deaths&lt;br /&gt;It was the act of God&lt;br /&gt;It was their time to go&lt;br /&gt;I was their only solution and hope&lt;br /&gt;Word got around at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;The deaths was quickly within days from one another&lt;br /&gt;The staff found it very odd that the deaths occurred the same way&lt;br /&gt;There was a killer among us&lt;br /&gt;“A killer,” I said, softly&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t a killer&lt;br /&gt;They gave me permission to use the lethal injection&lt;br /&gt;It was between them and me&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t want anyone else to know&lt;br /&gt;It was best that way&lt;br /&gt;We knew the doctors wouldn’t allow the injection&lt;br /&gt;The fingers was pointed in my direction&lt;br /&gt;I confessed that I killed them&lt;br /&gt;No one was please with me&lt;br /&gt;The police arrested me&lt;br /&gt;I was outrage; they had no right at all&lt;br /&gt;The patients wanted to die that way&lt;br /&gt;Was I guilty of the murders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138862446474206?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scareykatt.bravehost.com/index.html' title='Was I Guilty Of The Murders?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138862446474206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138862446474206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138862446474206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138862446474206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/was-i-guilty-of-murders.html' title='Was I Guilty Of The Murders?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138862648650658</id><published>1991-01-24T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:05:55.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, A Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say what?&lt;br /&gt;How could I be one?&lt;br /&gt;I had all types of friends&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t like his kind, I won’t hang out with them&lt;br /&gt;He has lots of nerve to call me a racist&lt;br /&gt;It has never cross my mind&lt;br /&gt;At least, I didn’t use the word, “Nigger”&lt;br /&gt;Some words were nothing but trouble&lt;br /&gt;Using a word doesn’t make a racist&lt;br /&gt;I was describing someone by a color&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t mean any harm&lt;br /&gt;It was only a word&lt;br /&gt;I truly felt like he insulted me&lt;br /&gt;He hardly knew me&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I, somehow, became a racist to him&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;A black man was under the impression that I was a racist&lt;br /&gt;For what?&lt;br /&gt;Because I used the word, black&lt;br /&gt;What’s up with that?&lt;br /&gt;He offended me by the accusation&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;He asked, “Why did I used that word in my poem?”&lt;br /&gt;Hello, the writer put it in the story&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I didn’t want to change his story&lt;br /&gt;She always wore black and had long black hair&lt;br /&gt;She was known as the Black Angel&lt;br /&gt;My poem was true to the writer’s story&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, it was only a word&lt;br /&gt;There was no harm done&lt;br /&gt;Me, a racist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138862648650658?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.munsters.com/' title='Me, A Racist'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138862648650658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138862648650658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138862648650658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138862648650658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/me-racist.html' title='Me, A Racist'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138862987918592</id><published>1991-01-23T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:04:07.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My son was involved with someone special&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad feeling about Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, she was a bad girl&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t what you were thinking&lt;br /&gt;Ashley was a sweet, loving girl we ever met&lt;br /&gt;Who ever thought love could turn in something awful&lt;br /&gt;She has the mostly gentle touch, beautiful hair and a good heart&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t describe her any better than that&lt;br /&gt;She was perfect in every way for Brad&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever about her&lt;br /&gt;A twisted fate entered in their perfect world&lt;br /&gt;We hardly knew anything about her family&lt;br /&gt;We always wondered about it&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something different&lt;br /&gt;Was it the way she dresses?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the way she talks?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the way she sings?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the way she acts?&lt;br /&gt;For a reason, her smile looked so similar&lt;br /&gt;I knew I saw that smile somewhere before&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t place it&lt;br /&gt;I knew deep down there was something was up&lt;br /&gt;I decided to looked in Ashley’s past&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t left any stones unturned&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t stop till I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;I met Ashley’s father for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I felt I knew him somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I couldn’t place it&lt;br /&gt;I dug for answers&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned he was raised in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;His last name was Carey&lt;br /&gt;Carey, that name sounds familiar to me&lt;br /&gt;What was his mother’s maiden name?&lt;br /&gt;“Ekert,” he replied&lt;br /&gt;That name rung a bell&lt;br /&gt;They went up to his attic&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned he was adoption by The Carey Family&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the same smile I saw on his daughter&lt;br /&gt;He showed me old family pictures&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the old lady’s smile in the picture&lt;br /&gt;It dawn on me that she was my mother&lt;br /&gt;God, the smile&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen the smile in decades till Ashley&lt;br /&gt;I completely forgotten that smile&lt;br /&gt;I was beyond shock&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t believed it either&lt;br /&gt;He finally found his long lost sister&lt;br /&gt;He searched for his family for a long time&lt;br /&gt;He wondered what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I told him everything&lt;br /&gt;He was in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;Our kids can’t get married today&lt;br /&gt;They was “kissing” cousins&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138862987918592?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.butch-patrick.com/Butch_Patrick_Home.html' title='Kissing Cousins'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138862987918592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138862987918592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138862987918592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138862987918592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/kissing-cousins.html' title='Kissing Cousins'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138863037137114</id><published>1991-01-22T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T12:02:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy’s Jealousy</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was helping out my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;He needed some help in some classes&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help him&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t in the same classes&lt;br /&gt;There was a girl named Susan, who likes Tom&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t like that one bit&lt;br /&gt;She knows that too&lt;br /&gt;I told her to leave my man alone&lt;br /&gt;I believed she back down from him&lt;br /&gt;Then the situation came up from nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Tom was flunking in some classes&lt;br /&gt;His parents demanded him to get some counseling&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Susan was in the top of the class&lt;br /&gt;Tom suggested Susan for help&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stand that&lt;br /&gt;She would use that to get close to him&lt;br /&gt;God, I really hate that&lt;br /&gt;Why her?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t trust her at all&lt;br /&gt;Tom persuaded me to go with it&lt;br /&gt;She was the only help for him&lt;br /&gt;I kept an eye on them&lt;br /&gt;Boy, she still got it bad for him&lt;br /&gt;Damned her! Damned her to hell!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so badly to tell her off&lt;br /&gt;She has no right to be with my man&lt;br /&gt;God, Susan really gets on my nerves&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if we staged a fight in front of everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Tom was still my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;No other women would have him at all&lt;br /&gt;He was all mine&lt;br /&gt;I got to admit&lt;br /&gt;I was so jealous of Tom &amp;amp; Susan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138863037137114?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cindywilliams.com/' title='Nancy’s Jealousy'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138863037137114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138863037137114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863037137114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863037137114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/nancys-jealousy.html' title='Nancy’s Jealousy'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138863375757246</id><published>1991-01-21T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:50:24.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My charm really worked on the smart girl, Susan&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t suspect a thing at all&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend and I staged a fight in front of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone believed we broke up&lt;br /&gt;We fooled them pretty good&lt;br /&gt;Susan felt sorry for me&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of this plan&lt;br /&gt;Some people thought I was that stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Fools, they were bloody fools&lt;br /&gt;They would see how smart I was&lt;br /&gt;I would pass my classes with flying colors&lt;br /&gt;That would shut them up for good&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would ever stop me&lt;br /&gt;Susan basically helped me every night&lt;br /&gt;I should become an actor&lt;br /&gt;I used my charm as an advantage&lt;br /&gt;It worked marvelous&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I would get good grades, thanks to my plan&lt;br /&gt;There was one glitch thou&lt;br /&gt;Would you believed jealousy from my Nancy?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t count on that&lt;br /&gt;It was the furthest thing from my mind&lt;br /&gt;I spent every waking moment with Susan&lt;br /&gt;Nancy really hated it very much&lt;br /&gt;She figured I wouldn’t spend all my time with Susan&lt;br /&gt;Boy, we were both wrong&lt;br /&gt;The exams was valuable in those classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138863375757246?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.zap2it.com/index' title='Smart Plan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138863375757246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138863375757246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863375757246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863375757246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/smart-plan.html' title='Smart Plan'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138863437829199</id><published>1991-01-20T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:44:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smooth Versus Smarts</title><content type='html'>Smooth Versus Smarts&lt;br /&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;I happened to fail some classes&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t that good in English or math&lt;br /&gt;I hated those subjects&lt;br /&gt;I felt I wasn’t that smart&lt;br /&gt;They was hard classes&lt;br /&gt;I got to pass those classes&lt;br /&gt;My future relied on my good grades&lt;br /&gt;I might as well quit school&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I was a smooth talker&lt;br /&gt;There was a certain girl who likes me&lt;br /&gt;I could pretend I like Susan&lt;br /&gt;She would do my homework for me&lt;br /&gt;Why not I use her smarts?&lt;br /&gt;She was getting what she wants - me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t mind spending time with her&lt;br /&gt;For the time being, I would be hers&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I would continue to see my girlfriend, Nancy&lt;br /&gt;Susan can’t know about that&lt;br /&gt;I was depending on her to help me pass the classes&lt;br /&gt;The moment I pass my classes, I would dump the girl&lt;br /&gt;Where is my phone?&lt;br /&gt;I need to put my smart plan in motion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138863437829199?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.talkcity.com/homepage.htm?flash=y' title='Smooth Versus Smarts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138863437829199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138863437829199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863437829199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863437829199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/smooth-versus-smarts.html' title='Smooth Versus Smarts'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138863825561301</id><published>1991-01-19T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:35:16.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These past few months, I was lazy&lt;br /&gt;I hardly did anything&lt;br /&gt;I mostly stay home and watch TV&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t have an exciting life to live&lt;br /&gt;It was so boring as hell&lt;br /&gt;Even Hell was more exciting than me&lt;br /&gt;My life has nothing to offer&lt;br /&gt;I was out of work so long&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t hurting for money&lt;br /&gt;I should be happy that I am living&lt;br /&gt;But, I wasn’t happy&lt;br /&gt;Life was passing me up&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I wasn’t part of the world&lt;br /&gt;No one noticed me&lt;br /&gt;I was going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I put off lots of things, including my writing&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a huge part of my life anymore&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t care about anything&lt;br /&gt;Why should I?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t in the habit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138863825561301?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.download.com/Trillian/3000-2150-10047473.html?part=dl-trillian&amp;subj=dl&amp;tag=button' title='In The Habit'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138863825561301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138863825561301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863825561301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138863825561301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/in-habit.html' title='In The Habit'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138768259557564</id><published>1991-01-18T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:42:51.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to get that drunk&lt;br /&gt;I was a punk for going over the limit&lt;br /&gt;I dared to be foolish&lt;br /&gt;My life was no longer a care&lt;br /&gt;I stared at my beer, wanting more&lt;br /&gt;I bared my troubles to the beer&lt;br /&gt;I hope the problems would go away&lt;br /&gt;The beer cheered me up a little while&lt;br /&gt;I sat down at the bar, drunk&lt;br /&gt;I zoomed off in the car&lt;br /&gt;I was far away from home&lt;br /&gt;Somebody got in the way while I drove too fast&lt;br /&gt;I lasted till I ran into a building&lt;br /&gt;The will to live wasn’t there&lt;br /&gt;It made me ill to give up my life&lt;br /&gt;A miracle occurred&lt;br /&gt;A light appeared and showed me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I heard him loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;I had a drinking problem&lt;br /&gt;Jesus was my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;I had another chance to live&lt;br /&gt;I danced in excitement&lt;br /&gt;I committed myself to a rehab program&lt;br /&gt;I received greetings to a sober life&lt;br /&gt;I had a life without beer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138768259557564?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.real.com/' title='Beer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138768259557564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138768259557564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768259557564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768259557564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/beer.html' title='Beer'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138768484311507</id><published>1991-01-17T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:34:14.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broadway Show?</title><content type='html'>Broadway Show?&lt;br /&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;The debt laid heavy on my soul&lt;br /&gt;We had a few days to go&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t getting that much sleep&lt;br /&gt;I kept turning in the bed&lt;br /&gt;I gasped for the last straw&lt;br /&gt;It crushed my inner being&lt;br /&gt;How could I let it go that far in debt?&lt;br /&gt;I thought the show was worth it&lt;br /&gt;I put a fortune in the show&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the enthused opportunity just carried me away&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make everyone know I could handle the pressure&lt;br /&gt;I was way over my head&lt;br /&gt;It was my first shot at Broadway&lt;br /&gt;It could be my last&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to blow my chance&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I could ruin it for everyone&lt;br /&gt;They deserve to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;It could make us or break us&lt;br /&gt;It was time to tell them about the debt&lt;br /&gt;Would the curtain open up for the Broadway show?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138768484311507?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tvguide.ninemsn.com.au/' title='Broadway Show?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138768484311507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138768484311507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768484311507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768484311507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/broadway-show.html' title='Broadway Show?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138768581453100</id><published>1991-01-16T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:41:30.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Debt</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I say?&lt;br /&gt;I put all my hard earned money in my dream&lt;br /&gt;I was excited about my first Broadway show&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t anything like that on Broadway before&lt;br /&gt;The casting, the producer and the director were fabulous&lt;br /&gt;Everything fell into their place&lt;br /&gt;There was one slight problem&lt;br /&gt;Even before the show start, I was already in debt&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t told anyone yet&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to let anyone down&lt;br /&gt;They put their heart and soul in the show&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t break their hearts&lt;br /&gt;We worked so hard&lt;br /&gt;We put too much time and effort&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what would I do?&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t bare the truth&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time with it&lt;br /&gt;I hoped to God that the show would be a huge success&lt;br /&gt;It would be a miracle itself&lt;br /&gt;Everyone would still have jobs&lt;br /&gt;The audience would keep on coming&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on&lt;br /&gt;How could it?&lt;br /&gt;I was in debt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138768581453100?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ultimatedisney.com/forum/viewforum.php?f=4' title='In Debt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138768581453100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138768581453100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768581453100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768581453100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/in-debt.html' title='In Debt'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138768758456650</id><published>1991-01-15T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:40:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting For Stardom</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set that goal a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;It was very hard to break into show business&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be the next Fred Astaire&lt;br /&gt;I freaked so many people with my dancing&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t believe I had a chance&lt;br /&gt;I had a chance to live my dream&lt;br /&gt;I danced out my heart for everyone&lt;br /&gt;Lance loved every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;I took the offer I couldn’t refuse&lt;br /&gt;He offered a dance contract to tour with his company&lt;br /&gt;He knew I was one of the best dancers around&lt;br /&gt;I was a hard act to follow&lt;br /&gt;Joy shouted from my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Roy couldn’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;I showed him the contract&lt;br /&gt;I blew the dance teacher away&lt;br /&gt;“How about that? I am your first superstar. You’re no longer in debt,” I said.&lt;br /&gt;Roy became so gay and cried&lt;br /&gt;One of his students finally made it to big time&lt;br /&gt;His time finally arrived in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;He received a lifetime achievement for forty years of hard work&lt;br /&gt;We lived our dreams by shooting for stardom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138768758456650?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sanctuaryoflove.net/' title='Shooting For Stardom'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138768758456650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138768758456650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768758456650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768758456650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/shooting-for-stardom.html' title='Shooting For Stardom'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138768949921985</id><published>1991-01-14T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:36:47.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sweet person turned into a monster&lt;br /&gt;He has an attitude like a drag queen&lt;br /&gt;What a rude person he turned out to be&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t the same person he once was, a fun loving person&lt;br /&gt;The day came when he started to hang out with the wrong crowd&lt;br /&gt;I banged my head into the pole&lt;br /&gt;It led me to a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;The land of drugs entered his life&lt;br /&gt;He fallen deeper in the pool&lt;br /&gt;He thought it was cool&lt;br /&gt;To most people, it was a foolish thing a person could do&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do about it&lt;br /&gt;I have to sit and wait till he learn his lesson&lt;br /&gt;I want no part of him&lt;br /&gt;He lost a good friend&lt;br /&gt;The cost was the drugs in his life&lt;br /&gt;I had a host of other friends to spend my time with&lt;br /&gt;They lend their support and love toward me&lt;br /&gt;I tended to do the same thing&lt;br /&gt;I set my best foot forward&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a full room of partying&lt;br /&gt;We talked highly of each other&lt;br /&gt;I was so intrigue and felt comfortable with them&lt;br /&gt;I became a part of them, vice versa&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something far across the room&lt;br /&gt;There was doom in somebody’ eyes&lt;br /&gt;Eyes I didn’t recognize&lt;br /&gt;The face was completely covered with darkness&lt;br /&gt;He raced up to me&lt;br /&gt;It became clearer for all to see&lt;br /&gt;My God! It was my old friend&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen him in a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;A tall order of tears spilt into crying&lt;br /&gt;It broke down the tainted wall&lt;br /&gt;He fell to his knees&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t bare the pain in his stomach&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the pieces instantly&lt;br /&gt;He was sick of the drugs messing up his life&lt;br /&gt;In the nick of time, he kicked the drugs out of his life&lt;br /&gt;The old attitude replaced the new attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138768949921985?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profiles.yahoo.com/cruize4luv' title='New Attitude'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138768949921985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138768949921985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768949921985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138768949921985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/new-attitude.html' title='New Attitude'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138769246829145</id><published>1991-01-13T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:38:31.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winds breezes into our lifes whenever it want to&lt;br /&gt;It has no control&lt;br /&gt;It craved wherever it goes&lt;br /&gt;Whether it’s North, South, East or West&lt;br /&gt;Any way was more like it&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t like birds&lt;br /&gt;It played for Mother Nature&lt;br /&gt;It soared from many directions&lt;br /&gt;It goes to faraway places we have never seen before&lt;br /&gt;Bad weather changed it to dangerous winds&lt;br /&gt;The fierce and charging affect it has everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It knocked things over and destroyed property&lt;br /&gt;We hide for cover in the underground shelter&lt;br /&gt;The winds has it ride all over the place&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, but surely, things went back to normal&lt;br /&gt;It left no tracks behind&lt;br /&gt;The wind was invisible&lt;br /&gt;There were no wings about the winds&lt;br /&gt;They wasn’t birds flying freely, controlling their directions&lt;br /&gt;It has their own ways to follow, no wings to fly with&lt;br /&gt;Winds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138769246829145?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.habbo.com/habbo/en/' title='Winds'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138769246829145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138769246829145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138769246829145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138769246829145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/winds.html' title='Winds'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138703539056269</id><published>1991-01-12T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:32:59.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointments</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t made for disappointments&lt;br /&gt;They doesn’t set well with me&lt;br /&gt;They broke my heart every time it has a chance to&lt;br /&gt;Tears choke down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time swallowing defeat&lt;br /&gt;I pouted like a small kid lost his toy&lt;br /&gt;I shouted for things to go my way&lt;br /&gt;Which wasn’t much to say&lt;br /&gt;I lay down on my bed till further notice&lt;br /&gt;It got me in a foul mood&lt;br /&gt;The soul wasn’t too please&lt;br /&gt;I was too depressed to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;My life messed up bad from right to left&lt;br /&gt;The wife was sad about life is going for me&lt;br /&gt;She called her dad to make things come alive&lt;br /&gt;The latest fad was happening&lt;br /&gt;The TV ad was a way to get what we want in life&lt;br /&gt;I was glad my poems is reaching out&lt;br /&gt;The people can relate to&lt;br /&gt;They had a sound mind about their lives&lt;br /&gt;They know they wasn’t alone&lt;br /&gt;Disappointments were a pain in the ass&lt;br /&gt;My happiness was the gain from my dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138703539056269?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.klov.com/index.php' title='Disappointments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138703539056269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138703539056269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138703539056269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138703539056269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/disappointments.html' title='Disappointments'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138703770287753</id><published>1991-01-11T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:30:50.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappeared Into The Night</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared Into The Night&lt;br /&gt;I was beaten from a fight&lt;br /&gt;The sight of things got to me&lt;br /&gt;My lover was a psychopath&lt;br /&gt;I did my math&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not&lt;br /&gt;I was hot on his trail&lt;br /&gt;I feared the worse has happen&lt;br /&gt;Hear me, I was deadly afraid of him&lt;br /&gt;It’s so clear&lt;br /&gt;A psychopath will do anything destruction&lt;br /&gt;Something I want to put a stop to&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I can’t do anything&lt;br /&gt;Except wait and see&lt;br /&gt;I must accept that fact&lt;br /&gt;I trusted things weren’t that bad&lt;br /&gt;I disappeared into the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138703770287753?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mameworld.net/pacman/history/p1_01.htm' title='Disappeared Into The Night'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138703770287753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138703770287753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138703770287753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138703770287753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/disappeared-into-night.html' title='Disappeared Into The Night'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138703934416447</id><published>1991-01-10T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:10:39.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Living Alone&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stand that stone&lt;br /&gt;I felt empty inside&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide from misery&lt;br /&gt;I had nobody to talk to&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness came upon me&lt;br /&gt;I seek a roommate&lt;br /&gt;Please!  No freaks allowed&lt;br /&gt;This place has been so bleak&lt;br /&gt;Speak up, somebody&lt;br /&gt;I was nobody special&lt;br /&gt;I was a regular guy&lt;br /&gt;My last roommate disgusts me&lt;br /&gt;The police busted him for using drugs&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to share my place with someone&lt;br /&gt;I truly care for a people’s person&lt;br /&gt;Someone like myself&lt;br /&gt;A person I can live with&lt;br /&gt;Full of happiness and lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be living alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138703934416447?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lagaycenter.org' title='Living Alone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138703934416447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138703934416447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138703934416447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138703934416447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/living-alone.html' title='Living Alone'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138704259078257</id><published>1991-01-09T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:10:42.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was a very special day&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my new age with love ones&lt;br /&gt;My friends sang “Happy Birthday To You.”&lt;br /&gt;We ate cake and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;I blow out the candles for a wish&lt;br /&gt;A wish I can’t say out loud&lt;br /&gt;I opened the presents&lt;br /&gt;People saw my face glow bright&lt;br /&gt;It was right to say, “Thank you.”&lt;br /&gt;I shared my birthday with family and friends&lt;br /&gt;They were so near to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tears has fallen from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;I was moving up in the years&lt;br /&gt;I loved to get older&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stay young forever&lt;br /&gt;I may want to&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the quite the same&lt;br /&gt;The years were taking a toll on me&lt;br /&gt;Another year flew by&lt;br /&gt;We came upon another birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138704259078257?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hollywoodchamber.net/' title='My Birthday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138704259078257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138704259078257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138704259078257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138704259078257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113138704417222871</id><published>1991-01-08T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:10:44.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Costs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love costs&lt;br /&gt;My lover gave me some money in an envelope&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t have time to go to the bank&lt;br /&gt;He was running late for his job at City Walk&lt;br /&gt;I took the money home with me&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I went to his place early&lt;br /&gt;He expected his money in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, I had a bad feeling&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had over $500 in cash on me&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn’t careful, someone may rob me&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good&lt;br /&gt;No one was suspicious on the subway&lt;br /&gt;They hardly know me&lt;br /&gt;I got off the train and headed upstairs&lt;br /&gt;The bad feeling wouldn’t go away&lt;br /&gt;Damn, would someone notice how nervous I was?&lt;br /&gt;$500 was a lot to carry on me&lt;br /&gt;I hurried along to his place&lt;br /&gt;The bad feeling got stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;It became overwhelmed that I need some time by myself&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the Hollywood/Highland mall&lt;br /&gt;The bad feeling wasn’t that strong anymore&lt;br /&gt;I figured that nobody would rob me&lt;br /&gt;I was in board daylight and safe&lt;br /&gt;I made tracks to his place once again&lt;br /&gt;It came back stronger as ever&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to run away from the feeling&lt;br /&gt;If someone robs me, it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I need to face the fear&lt;br /&gt;I used my key to get in the building&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, I didn’t feel safe at all&lt;br /&gt;The feelings troubles me&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on his door&lt;br /&gt;There was no answer&lt;br /&gt;I knocked again&lt;br /&gt;Still, there was no answer&lt;br /&gt;I was about to leave when….&lt;br /&gt;I heard a breathing noise coming inside the place&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to make of it&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly dawn on me&lt;br /&gt;What if my lover was having trouble breathing?&lt;br /&gt;My God! What could I do?&lt;br /&gt;Should I call 911?&lt;br /&gt;Should I get the apartment manager?&lt;br /&gt;Should I break down the door?&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;I unlocked the door with my key&lt;br /&gt;Then, the unthinkable happened&lt;br /&gt;Someone robbed me of love&lt;br /&gt;Trust could cost even more&lt;br /&gt;I was $500 richer&lt;br /&gt;Love costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113138704417222871?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.diabloii.net/' title='Love Costs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113138704417222871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113138704417222871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138704417222871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113138704417222871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/love-costs.html' title='Love Costs'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135659729104073</id><published>1991-01-07T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:50:39.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I picked up this sexy man&lt;br /&gt;We went back to my place&lt;br /&gt;My lover wouldn’t be back in a couple of days&lt;br /&gt;We stripped down and jumped in the bed&lt;br /&gt;He has the most beautiful body I ever lay my hands on&lt;br /&gt;He was smooth, blond, blue eyes, fabulous smile and very muscular&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time with the hunk&lt;br /&gt;We went from the bed to the floor to the kitchen to the shower and back to bed&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty exhausted&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep in each other’s arms&lt;br /&gt;By that time, my lover showed up from his business trip&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t expecting him to come home early&lt;br /&gt;He was excited that the deal was done within two days&lt;br /&gt;He came home with flowers for his bee&lt;br /&gt;But I had extra honey in bed&lt;br /&gt;He buzzed to our bedroom&lt;br /&gt;My fling stung him straight to his heart&lt;br /&gt;His shouting waked us&lt;br /&gt;I baked our love to a burning crisp&lt;br /&gt;The blonde suddenly put on his cloths&lt;br /&gt;He mentioned he didn’t know I had a lover&lt;br /&gt;My lover wasn’t furious at him, but he believed him&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t the first time I did it&lt;br /&gt;The blonde left us alone&lt;br /&gt;The lover turned his attention to me&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t believe I had sex with another man again&lt;br /&gt;The last time, it almost killed our love&lt;br /&gt;I convinced him otherwise&lt;br /&gt;Our love was strong to overcome anything&lt;br /&gt;This time, he wouldn’t look at me&lt;br /&gt;He got a suitcase from the closet and started to pack&lt;br /&gt;I wondered where was he going&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a stern look&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not going anywhere! You are! Get out of my house and life!”&lt;br /&gt;I pleaded with him to let me stay with him&lt;br /&gt;He was tone-deaf to the loud screeching music in his ears&lt;br /&gt;To him, that music was ending love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135659729104073?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blackfacts.com' title='Ending Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135659729104073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135659729104073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135659729104073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135659729104073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/ending-love.html' title='Ending Love'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135659933678480</id><published>1991-01-06T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:43:19.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lusty Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lusty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Who do we seek tonight?&lt;br /&gt;We had all night to find sex&lt;br /&gt;My lover was away on business&lt;br /&gt;He wouldn’t know about it&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, we could go to the bathhouse&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, the sex club&lt;br /&gt;Damn, there was one problem thou&lt;br /&gt;I had no money on me, nor a credit card&lt;br /&gt;We shared the same checking account&lt;br /&gt;Those places were out of the question&lt;br /&gt;I could go clubbing&lt;br /&gt;The again, I need money to drink&lt;br /&gt;There was one thing left to do&lt;br /&gt;I drove around till someone interesting comes along&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fail me, lusty eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135659933678480?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blackplanet.com' title='Lusty Eyes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135659933678480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135659933678480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135659933678480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135659933678480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/lusty-eyes.html' title='Lusty Eyes'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135660079472496</id><published>1991-01-05T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:43:20.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is lust?&lt;br /&gt;Is it something that God made up to take place of love?&lt;br /&gt;I think NOT!&lt;br /&gt;They were two different things&lt;br /&gt;They were just the opposite of each other&lt;br /&gt;Love was one on one&lt;br /&gt;It was the unity of two people joining through God&lt;br /&gt;It was more serious than lust&lt;br /&gt;Lust damaged the body, the mind, the spirit and the soul&lt;br /&gt;It brought destruction to people’s lifes&lt;br /&gt;Diseases among the people, troubles arises and untrusting lovers&lt;br /&gt;Love takes control of lust&lt;br /&gt;Let God conquer the lustful thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Your miserable life of no love will end&lt;br /&gt;Love comes from God, the true love of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Lust isn’t love&lt;br /&gt;It truly contains meaningless sex with people&lt;br /&gt;You really don’t love&lt;br /&gt;You don’t have the desire of real love&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me&lt;br /&gt;One-night stands have no love but to fulfill people’s sexual needs and desire&lt;br /&gt;Real love counts the most for people in love, not in lust&lt;br /&gt;Don’t fool around with list versus love&lt;br /&gt;It was a losing battle&lt;br /&gt;You would get burn from it&lt;br /&gt;Let love comes from God&lt;br /&gt;The right person would come along&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135660079472496?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langston_Hughes' title='Lust'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135660079472496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135660079472496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135660079472496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135660079472496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/lust.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135607740191110</id><published>1991-01-04T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:40:08.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Left Out</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends&lt;br /&gt;I tell you a true story&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling left out&lt;br /&gt;It tore me apart; I wanted to shout&lt;br /&gt;I feared that nobody want me around&lt;br /&gt;Please say a little pray for me&lt;br /&gt;Who else to play with other than friends?&lt;br /&gt;Strangers was no way to be a part of a group&lt;br /&gt;Danger lies ahead into all sorts of troubles&lt;br /&gt;Troubles I may never get out&lt;br /&gt;My friends did their own thing without me&lt;br /&gt;I sang the blues in a jail cell&lt;br /&gt;I failed to realized that…&lt;br /&gt;He was an undercover cop trying to sell drugs&lt;br /&gt;Well enough, I took the bait&lt;br /&gt;He booked me on charges of soliciting&lt;br /&gt;Now, I looked to my friends for help&lt;br /&gt;How come you were never there when I need you?&lt;br /&gt;More ever before, I was scare that I may never get out&lt;br /&gt;Where was my friend, who takes good care of me?&lt;br /&gt;I was in no mood to play games&lt;br /&gt;All I want was to go home and be a part of a real group&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I felt left out of things I don’t do with friends&lt;br /&gt;Look what happened to me with the strangers&lt;br /&gt;The police arrested me&lt;br /&gt;I sang the blues&lt;br /&gt;Please bring the bail money&lt;br /&gt;I want to set sail on the ocean with friends&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I was left out from the start&lt;br /&gt;The hurt cast my eyes to cry&lt;br /&gt;The fast lane ended me up in jail&lt;br /&gt;A place I have never wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;I learned I face life in prison&lt;br /&gt;My friends was the ace in the hole&lt;br /&gt;I had no one else to turn to&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone and feeling left out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135607740191110?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gayinfo.tripod.com' title='Feeling Left Out'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135607740191110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135607740191110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135607740191110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135607740191110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/feeling-left-out.html' title='Feeling Left Out'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135579241241359</id><published>1991-01-03T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:32:52.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Control</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong about the drugs&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stop doing them&lt;br /&gt;It took over my life&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had it under control&lt;br /&gt;It sought out my vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;I ought to know better&lt;br /&gt;It brought me a lifetime of hell&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why was I so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;I figured the drugs wouldn’t get me down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how much I frown!&lt;br /&gt;The tiny problems crept up to big problems&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, I missed paying some bills&lt;br /&gt;Then, the further the drugs got to me&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t pay my rent a few times&lt;br /&gt;My life was a total disaster&lt;br /&gt;An ounce of weakness didn’t stop the drugs&lt;br /&gt;I let it happen&lt;br /&gt;I had no one to blame, but me&lt;br /&gt;I need to take responsible for my actions&lt;br /&gt;The drugs kept on picking on the sore spots&lt;br /&gt;It torpedoed me straight into living hell&lt;br /&gt;The problems became greater than me&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I was such a fool!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need drugs to have a fun time&lt;br /&gt;Well, I learned my lesson the hard way&lt;br /&gt;Losing Control&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135579241241359?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tvparty.com' title='Losing Control'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135579241241359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135579241241359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579241241359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579241241359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/losing-control.html' title='Losing Control'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135579449109607</id><published>1991-01-02T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:29:54.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addiction&lt;br /&gt;I was lusting for more&lt;br /&gt;Something I couldn’t stop doing&lt;br /&gt;I got to have it whenever&lt;br /&gt;I got to do it&lt;br /&gt;I was in the need for it&lt;br /&gt;I was speeding ahead to self-destruct&lt;br /&gt;I was feeding by the addiction&lt;br /&gt;An addiction I can’t handle&lt;br /&gt;It always comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;I felt a need for it&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t last that long&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more time&lt;br /&gt;It was destroying my life altogether&lt;br /&gt;It was a ploy to ruin my life&lt;br /&gt;I was toying with my addiction&lt;br /&gt;I blasted into space&lt;br /&gt;I lasted till I had my fun in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I was foolish enough to fall for the addiction&lt;br /&gt;I may not even make it out alive&lt;br /&gt;My life was at stake&lt;br /&gt;Friends warned me&lt;br /&gt;“Wake up and see the light,&lt;br /&gt;Forsake the addiction before it’s too late.”&lt;br /&gt;Tears shouted from the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I wanted out to get help&lt;br /&gt;It was one rough bout to handle alone&lt;br /&gt;Fallen tears made me tough and strong&lt;br /&gt;I threw the bed habit out of my life&lt;br /&gt;The addiction was coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;It sent me a journey back home where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Addiction, so long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135579449109607?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.rightsaidfred.com' title='Addiction'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135579449109607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135579449109607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579449109607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579449109607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135579644825374</id><published>1991-01-01T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:29:56.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Realization</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from my ongoing dream&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see where I was&lt;br /&gt;It felt so familiar, but I was stuck there&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to wake up at all&lt;br /&gt;I kept on having the same dream all over again&lt;br /&gt;It got stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;I had an urge to solve the dream&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find any answers in the dream book&lt;br /&gt;What was the meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I figured to solve it was dream again&lt;br /&gt;I hoped the dream would become clear&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to know the truth behind the dream&lt;br /&gt;I went in a deep sleep, alone in bed&lt;br /&gt;My lover didn’t want to distract me&lt;br /&gt;I could see the dream again&lt;br /&gt;All around me was darkness&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t walk straight&lt;br /&gt;I ran into some things along the way&lt;br /&gt;I traveled many miles to get where I was&lt;br /&gt;The closer I get; the urge became stronger&lt;br /&gt;It got a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;It dragged me to somewhere familiar&lt;br /&gt;Things was clearer to me&lt;br /&gt;Old friends was dining with me&lt;br /&gt;I was at our old place in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;A faceless man showed up on the balcony&lt;br /&gt;He said, “Home is where the heart is.”&lt;br /&gt;I repeated it once more&lt;br /&gt;“Home is where the heart is.”&lt;br /&gt;Home…home…home, Denver, Hollywood, Denver&lt;br /&gt;My lover heard me mumbled in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;He tried to shake me up, but I wouldn’t bulge&lt;br /&gt;He splashed water on my face&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him; wishing he was in my dream&lt;br /&gt;I explained the dream to him&lt;br /&gt;He was anxious to know the faceless man&lt;br /&gt;He was the key of the dream&lt;br /&gt;It dawn on me that I was living with my man in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he said, “Home is where the heart is.”&lt;br /&gt;He was the faceless man&lt;br /&gt;I was at peace with my lover&lt;br /&gt;Denver doesn’t feel home at all&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t right for us&lt;br /&gt;We made a huge mistake of moving to Denver&lt;br /&gt;We knew what we got to do to make things right&lt;br /&gt;The dream was a sign from God&lt;br /&gt;We were on the way back to our real home&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood was always a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135579644825374?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uk.zone.msn.com/default.aspx' title='Dream Realization'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135579644825374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135579644825374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579644825374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579644825374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1991/01/dream-realization.html' title='Dream Realization'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135579828064290</id><published>1990-12-31T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:29:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Could It Be?</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could it be?&lt;br /&gt;We searched for answers low and high&lt;br /&gt;We ended up empty handed&lt;br /&gt;We still couldn’t place it&lt;br /&gt;For some odd reason, we had a big hole in our lifes&lt;br /&gt;My unemployment couldn’t be it&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t have a problem with it in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t working when we fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I was going to school&lt;br /&gt;School took up most of my time&lt;br /&gt;My lover wanted me to get a good education&lt;br /&gt;An education was very important to the both of us&lt;br /&gt;Something wasn’t right for us&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;I knew we didn’t give up our happiness&lt;br /&gt;We had the life we want in Denver&lt;br /&gt;The big hole has a profound affect&lt;br /&gt;It was really driving us crazy&lt;br /&gt;God, please give us a sign&lt;br /&gt;You could tell us&lt;br /&gt;Something was missing from our lifes&lt;br /&gt;What could it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135579828064290?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bigfivesoftware.com/index.asp' title='What Could It Be?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135579828064290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135579828064290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579828064290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135579828064290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/what-could-it-be.html' title='What Could It Be?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135539275115739</id><published>1990-12-30T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:23:12.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn’t It?</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled into our new place quite well&lt;br /&gt;We have been here for a few months&lt;br /&gt;Everything was going smoothly for us&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn’t be more perfect&lt;br /&gt;He loves his new job&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find anything yet&lt;br /&gt;I kept on trying my best&lt;br /&gt;My lover doesn’t mind&lt;br /&gt;We could afford to live on one income&lt;br /&gt;He claimed I don’t have to work&lt;br /&gt;We gained new friends in the apartment building&lt;br /&gt;We hang out with them; the movies, the mall, the clubs and more&lt;br /&gt;Something struck me&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, there was something missing in our lifes&lt;br /&gt;We can’t place it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, our lifes was different&lt;br /&gt;We were happy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;Denver was a wonderful city&lt;br /&gt;There were many things to do&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes was active&lt;br /&gt;But, there was something else&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what was it?&lt;br /&gt;We had everything we had in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;God, please help me&lt;br /&gt;Why do we felt like we have a big hole in our lifes?&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes were perfect as it can be&lt;br /&gt;What could it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135539275115739?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.aidshousingla.org/' title='Couldn’t It?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135539275115739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135539275115739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539275115739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539275115739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/couldnt-it.html' title='Couldn’t It?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135539454431451</id><published>1990-12-29T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:23:14.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life In A City</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover has an opportunity for a new job&lt;br /&gt;We both were excited about moving&lt;br /&gt;He would make more money&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to look for another job.&lt;br /&gt;We need to move within a few days&lt;br /&gt;He found out about it today&lt;br /&gt;His boss felt he was right for the job&lt;br /&gt;We didn’t expect that job at all&lt;br /&gt;We was comfortable living in Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;We was happy with our lifes&lt;br /&gt;We had wonderful friends too&lt;br /&gt;We have to rebuild our lifes in Denver&lt;br /&gt;We must sell our furniture in a short notice&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, we could put it in the storage&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;We may need it again.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, or we could sub rent our apartment&lt;br /&gt;Then again, we don’t have that much time left&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;If we knew, he would get the new job&lt;br /&gt;We could have did it a lot sooner&lt;br /&gt;We don’t have the time now&lt;br /&gt;All we know, we need to make the best of it&lt;br /&gt;An opportunity like these doesn’t come that often&lt;br /&gt;It was too good to pass it up&lt;br /&gt;Life couldn’t get any better than this&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135539454431451?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.snpp.com/' title='New Life In A City'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135539454431451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135539454431451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539454431451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539454431451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/new-life-in-city.html' title='New Life In A City'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135539605091120</id><published>1990-12-28T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:23:16.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite Mother</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a sweet loving mother to something completely opposite&lt;br /&gt;Where did the relationship go?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, to hell&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t change at all&lt;br /&gt;I am the same son I always was&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t ask to be gay&lt;br /&gt;It just happen&lt;br /&gt;I have no control over the gayness&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I called her a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is easy to answer&lt;br /&gt;In my youth, we had a lesbian couple living across the street from us&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we became good friends with them&lt;br /&gt;We became family too&lt;br /&gt;They had kids with the same age like us&lt;br /&gt;We hang out a lot&lt;br /&gt;We were even there for them when one of them ended up in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;Her lover’s ex husband hit her with the car&lt;br /&gt;They moved away to another part of town&lt;br /&gt;We tried to stay in contact with them&lt;br /&gt;We lost contact; they moved so many times&lt;br /&gt;Years later, I finally come out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t love me as much any more&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;So, I did the next best thing for me&lt;br /&gt;I moved away without telling my family&lt;br /&gt;Why should I tell them?&lt;br /&gt;I was the black sheep&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get the same love like my sibs did&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;How come it is okay to have gay friends, not a gay son?&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t had a problem with them being lesbians&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135539605091120?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://oldjournal.blogspot.com/' title='Hypocrite Mother'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135539605091120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135539605091120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539605091120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539605091120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/hypocrite-mother.html' title='Hypocrite Mother'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135539836083840</id><published>1990-12-27T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:23:18.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mother</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to explain our relationship&lt;br /&gt;It could be good or bad&lt;br /&gt;She does have other children by my father&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I was quite different from the rest&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was gay since I was a small kid&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t tell her till I became an adult&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship changed overnight&lt;br /&gt;She tried to change me into a straight man&lt;br /&gt;Not by setting up dates with women&lt;br /&gt;She tended to push me away or control my life&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t have a women’s love, I may seek out a women&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it didn’t happen that way&lt;br /&gt;I am still gay&lt;br /&gt;My happiness comes first&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t give up my gay life&lt;br /&gt;It means the world to me&lt;br /&gt;To this day, we hardly talk to each other&lt;br /&gt;We were no longer in the same state&lt;br /&gt;No family would come in between of my happiness and me&lt;br /&gt;We lost contact with each other years ago&lt;br /&gt;That really sums up my relationship with my mother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135539836083840?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mywebpage.netscape.com/lucky7katt/' title='My Mother'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135539836083840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135539836083840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539836083840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135539836083840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/my-mother.html' title='My Mother'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135505526566080</id><published>1990-12-26T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:17:35.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I hardly knew that man&lt;br /&gt;He died thirty years ago in May 1973&lt;br /&gt;There was a big hole in my life&lt;br /&gt;I could say my childhood was terrible&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone have both parents&lt;br /&gt;Some aren’t that lucky - divorce&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Some good came out of his death&lt;br /&gt;My mother didn’t know that she was pregnant&lt;br /&gt;She had a baby girl on New Year’s Day&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a new beginning for us&lt;br /&gt;The baby was a blessing&lt;br /&gt;We have something to remember my father&lt;br /&gt;Life or death can change someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;God works in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;My father&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135505526566080?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://uk.gay.com/' title='My Father'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135505526566080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135505526566080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135505526566080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135505526566080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135505674965439</id><published>1990-12-25T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:17:36.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cock</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cock&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the clock&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t time yet&lt;br /&gt;In his mind, he was set&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun was a clue&lt;br /&gt;The sky became blue&lt;br /&gt;It was time to wake up everyone&lt;br /&gt;Far and near, it could be anyone&lt;br /&gt;He was the hens’ favorite heartthrob&lt;br /&gt;He loves his job&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135505674965439?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://zone.msn.com/en/root/default.htm' title='The Cock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135505674965439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135505674965439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135505674965439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135505674965439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/cock.html' title='The Cock'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135505828921071</id><published>1990-12-24T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:17:38.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullfilled Dance</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;Dancing is my favorite&lt;br /&gt;Another day came upon me&lt;br /&gt;I heard the harmony&lt;br /&gt;I have another chance&lt;br /&gt;I would enjoy the day with a dance&lt;br /&gt;I danced the day away&lt;br /&gt;It couldn’t be any other way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135505828921071?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.religioustolerance.org/purgatory.htm' title='Fullfilled Dance'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135505828921071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135505828921071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135505828921071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135505828921071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/fullfilled-dance.html' title='Fullfilled Dance'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135506022514774</id><published>1990-12-23T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:17:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arching For Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;I missed yesterday&lt;br /&gt;All day long, we kissed&lt;br /&gt;So long, yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Another day was today&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait for the kisses&lt;br /&gt;I was such in bliss&lt;br /&gt;Without her, I would be in a hiss&lt;br /&gt;But there is always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I could wait a little while longer&lt;br /&gt;I must be patience&lt;br /&gt;Her lips aren’t going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I would wait somewhere&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135506022514774?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.danny-pintauro.com/' title='Arching For Yesterday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135506022514774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135506022514774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135506022514774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135506022514774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/arching-for-yesterday.html' title='Arching For Yesterday'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135475977834579</id><published>1990-12-22T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:12:39.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love From A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a phone call&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the mall&lt;br /&gt;I pushed myself to the front&lt;br /&gt;I heard a grunt&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure&lt;br /&gt;I need to be cure&lt;br /&gt;A lonely heart I had&lt;br /&gt;I was sad&lt;br /&gt;I had enough&lt;br /&gt;Being sad was rough&lt;br /&gt;I want it to end&lt;br /&gt;“I love you” came from a friend&lt;br /&gt;I rushed home from the mall&lt;br /&gt;I was happy I made the phone call&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135475977834579?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://wehokatt.tripod.com/' title='Love From A Friend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135475977834579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135475977834579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135475977834579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135475977834579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/love-from-friend.html' title='Love From A Friend'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135470982498048</id><published>1990-12-21T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:11:49.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nat</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to chat&lt;br /&gt;I declined; she was fat&lt;br /&gt;She picked up a bat&lt;br /&gt;Drat!&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I would be flat&lt;br /&gt;She killed a rat&lt;br /&gt;She saved me; we chatted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135470982498048?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.quinlanroad.com' title='Nat'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135470982498048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135470982498048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135470982498048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135470982498048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/nat.html' title='Nat'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135467564900374</id><published>1990-12-20T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:11:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;She don’t want the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;She was forever on welfare&lt;br /&gt;In awe, she became a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;Her life was spare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135467564900374?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cwm.com/' title='Claire'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135467564900374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135467564900374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135467564900374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135467564900374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/claire.html' title='Claire'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135449404444344</id><published>1990-12-19T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:08:14.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Frog</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog&lt;br /&gt;He stood up in the fog&lt;br /&gt;He chased a dog&lt;br /&gt;He defended his homey log&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135449404444344?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oprah.com/' title='The Frog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135449404444344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135449404444344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135449404444344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135449404444344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/frog.html' title='The Frog'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135449516386053</id><published>1990-12-18T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:08:15.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;There I stood&lt;br /&gt;It was my dream since my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I looked around the hood&lt;br /&gt;It was fabulous good&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Hollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135449516386053?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hollywoodsign.org/' title='Hollywood'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135449516386053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135449516386053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135449516386053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135449516386053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/hollywood.html' title='Hollywood'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135430126566924</id><published>1990-12-17T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:05:01.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Pact</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a pact&lt;br /&gt;It was such an impact&lt;br /&gt;I saw his wicked charm&lt;br /&gt;There were marks on the arm&lt;br /&gt;He was a champ&lt;br /&gt;I was a tramp&lt;br /&gt;I collapsed&lt;br /&gt;From the drugs, I relapsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135430126566924?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.realitytvworld.com/index/' title='Deadly Pact'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135430126566924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135430126566924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135430126566924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135430126566924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/deadly-pact.html' title='Deadly Pact'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135406302757649</id><published>1990-12-16T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T01:01:03.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fire Will</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was in a blaze&lt;br /&gt;It left me in a haze&lt;br /&gt;The fire was out of control&lt;br /&gt;It took the spirit out of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I lost my spouse&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t afford another house&lt;br /&gt;She was my life&lt;br /&gt;She was the best wife&lt;br /&gt;I read her will&lt;br /&gt;She left me a new house on the hill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135406302757649?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://talk.thewb.com/' title='The Fire Will'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135406302757649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135406302757649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135406302757649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135406302757649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/fire-will.html' title='The Fire Will'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135359276507962</id><published>1990-12-15T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:53:12.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mouse</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t get along with his spouse&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, she threw him out of the house&lt;br /&gt;He partied too much at the clubhouse&lt;br /&gt;It was a madhouse&lt;br /&gt;Even his bird friends wouldn’t let him to stay in the birdhouse&lt;br /&gt;The only place he could stay was the doghouse&lt;br /&gt;It was no penthouse&lt;br /&gt;He sobered up fast; he didn’t want to go to the jailhouse&lt;br /&gt;He worked it out with the spouse&lt;br /&gt;No more partying for the mouse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135359276507962?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.leonardodicaprio.com/leonardo/index.html' title='The Mouse'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135359276507962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135359276507962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359276507962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359276507962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/mouse.html' title='The Mouse'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135359521066022</id><published>1990-12-14T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:53:15.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Dare?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you dare to continue reading this daring poem?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to come out of the closet?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to watch my teary eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to listen to my sorrows?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to hear my heart breaking for true love?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to love me for whom I am?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to be there whenever?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to face whatever life offers the both of us?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to enjoy my company?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to sleep with me in the same bed?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to share your thoughts and dreams with me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to walk the highest mountain and the lowest valley for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to overcome our toughest challenges together?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to take care of me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to dream of loving me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to meet my family?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to go on trips?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to take a bullet for me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to remain friends after we broke up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to have only eyes for yours truly?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to show me the entire world?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to kiss and make up?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to leave our dirty laundry at the door?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to support me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to wonder about my feelings for you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to know my true feelings from me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to accept my love to you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you dare to get what I want from this poetic art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135359521066022?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135359521066022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135359521066022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359521066022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359521066022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/do-you-dare.html' title='Do You Dare?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135359581039629</id><published>1990-12-13T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:53:15.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't Love Daring?</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we need to question love.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't it really happen?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Some people want to scream&lt;br /&gt;They want to wake up from the nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Into their eyes, they stared&lt;br /&gt;They wondered what happened&lt;br /&gt;Was love worth all the pain in the world?&lt;br /&gt;We can't seem to be there yet.&lt;br /&gt;We traveled so many miles for love&lt;br /&gt;Still, we haven't been able to find the right one&lt;br /&gt;We searched high and low&lt;br /&gt;Till the moment we find love, we are on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;We don't want to end the sweet loving&lt;br /&gt;Things happens&lt;br /&gt;We drifted apart&lt;br /&gt;Where did we went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Who was to blame?&lt;br /&gt;Did we act too fast for love?&lt;br /&gt;Loves does takes time&lt;br /&gt;Question love is such a crime&lt;br /&gt;Isn't love daring?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135359581039629?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135359581039629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135359581039629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359581039629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359581039629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/isnt-love-daring.html' title='Isn&apos;t Love Daring?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135359854924332</id><published>1990-12-12T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:57:17.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Choice</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced him to put the knife down&lt;br /&gt;His stupidity made me to frown&lt;br /&gt;He has never act that way before&lt;br /&gt;His tears fell to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I closed the door&lt;br /&gt;He wanted me to see things from his side&lt;br /&gt;From all his troubles, he wanted to hide&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he thought about suicide&lt;br /&gt;He ought to know - Crime doesn’t pay&lt;br /&gt;“What brought it up?” I asked&lt;br /&gt;The demonic past finally caught up with him&lt;br /&gt;He fought to live a good life&lt;br /&gt;He failed miserable from his wicked past&lt;br /&gt;The good life didn’t last&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for him&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the good times as kids&lt;br /&gt;We made a fabulous Bonnie &amp;amp; Clyde&lt;br /&gt;We terrorized the neighborhood for kicks&lt;br /&gt;Now, he has nothing to show&lt;br /&gt;He just wanted to be that kid again&lt;br /&gt;With me at his side&lt;br /&gt;Life was simple back then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135359854924332?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.duranduran.com/' title='Another Choice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135359854924332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135359854924332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359854924332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359854924332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/another-choice.html' title='Another Choice'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135359946494282</id><published>1990-12-11T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:53:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let it known through my powerful voice&lt;br /&gt;I refused to be a part of his scheme&lt;br /&gt;Robbing a bank was my friend’s dream&lt;br /&gt;He thought we was a team&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not for the extreme!&lt;br /&gt;He abused out friendship once too often&lt;br /&gt;We robbed stores/people as young kids&lt;br /&gt;I outgrown the childish games - Bonnie &amp; Clyde&lt;br /&gt;He accused me of being a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to do anything with it&lt;br /&gt;He threw a big hissy fit&lt;br /&gt;I got to admit&lt;br /&gt;For himself, he wanted all that green&lt;br /&gt;He was so hateful mean&lt;br /&gt;A fabulous ideal popped into his head&lt;br /&gt;He could split the bread&lt;br /&gt;No thanks; I wouldn’t be caught dead&lt;br /&gt;That money wasn’t ours to begin with&lt;br /&gt;I earned a good living unlike him&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t dare to mess up my life&lt;br /&gt;He threatened me with a knife&lt;br /&gt;He forced me to make another choice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135359946494282?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.petshopboys.co.uk' title='Choice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135359946494282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135359946494282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359946494282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135359946494282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135360188561864</id><published>1990-12-10T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:57:07.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t any such luck&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was run over by a truck&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t move any further; I was stuck&lt;br /&gt;I was down for the count&lt;br /&gt;The hell I went though, I deserved a discount&lt;br /&gt;Instead, $500,000 was a pretty good amount&lt;br /&gt;I hate being poor&lt;br /&gt;Life is unsure&lt;br /&gt;Please send me on a detour&lt;br /&gt;I want to escape the hell&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t that well&lt;br /&gt;My life smells&lt;br /&gt;I shouted out loud&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t that proud&lt;br /&gt;So badly, I want to be on cloud nine&lt;br /&gt;Let me see a sign&lt;br /&gt;Then everything would be fine&lt;br /&gt;All the happiness in the world could be mine&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to do a line of coke&lt;br /&gt;Why not? I was already flat broke&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t get this cruelly joke&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135360188561864?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.homeless.org.au' title='Life Sucks'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135360188561864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135360188561864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135360188561864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135360188561864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135259684575510</id><published>1990-12-09T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:36:36.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled out of the gate&lt;br /&gt;Life wasn’t that great&lt;br /&gt;I fell flat on my face&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t going to win the race&lt;br /&gt;I need to act fast&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be last&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was a witch&lt;br /&gt;I would cast a spell&lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn’t be hell&lt;br /&gt;I lived in the hood&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t that good&lt;br /&gt;I run down the block&lt;br /&gt;Time just stood there with the clock&lt;br /&gt;I found a dime&lt;br /&gt;Money was time&lt;br /&gt;Both add up&lt;br /&gt;I put it in the money cup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135259684575510?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.johnnyrockets.com/index2.php' title='Fate'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135259684575510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135259684575510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135259684575510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135259684575510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135259810929255</id><published>1990-12-08T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:36:38.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zone</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t alone&lt;br /&gt;I was getting stoned&lt;br /&gt;I loved this place&lt;br /&gt;I saw many beautiful faces&lt;br /&gt;I want to get them in the sack&lt;br /&gt;Condoms or bareback&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;If I get it, I wasn’t scare&lt;br /&gt;I want the same thing no matter what the cost&lt;br /&gt;In the naked sea, I wasn’t lost&lt;br /&gt;I could last all night&lt;br /&gt;I was as high as a kite&lt;br /&gt;The men was a deliciously sight&lt;br /&gt;It felt so right&lt;br /&gt;They shared their drugs&lt;br /&gt;I got much more than hugs&lt;br /&gt;The drugs clouded my mind&lt;br /&gt;My good sense was left behind&lt;br /&gt;Sex &amp;amp; drugs was my guide&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to hide in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thezonela.com/"&gt;the zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135259810929255?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thezonela.com/' title='The Zone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135259810929255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135259810929255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135259810929255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135259810929255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/zone.html' title='The Zone'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135260069439640</id><published>1990-12-07T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:36:40.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting The Days</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a week left to find a place&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t look at my face&lt;br /&gt;All I saw was a grim future&lt;br /&gt;This time, things were different&lt;br /&gt;I faced really living on the street&lt;br /&gt;They won’t extend my stay at the shelter&lt;br /&gt;I won’t go to another shelter either&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like being homeless again&lt;br /&gt;I had the same feelings six months ago&lt;br /&gt;It crushed my being&lt;br /&gt;Someone stomped on my soul&lt;br /&gt;My mind was ready to take a hike with Anne Heche&lt;br /&gt;It could be my only way out of the situation&lt;br /&gt;It should bring structure in my life&lt;br /&gt;It would brighten up my future&lt;br /&gt;I looked everywhere for a place&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t afford the apartments&lt;br /&gt;I could do so much with SSI&lt;br /&gt;What would I do?&lt;br /&gt;Crying won’t do any good&lt;br /&gt;I tried that; I ended up being homeless&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I was losing my mind and soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135260069439640?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ultimatedisney.com/' title='Counting The Days'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135260069439640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135260069439640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135260069439640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135260069439640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/counting-days.html' title='Counting The Days'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135260308073753</id><published>1990-12-06T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:36:43.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frying Pan</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have a sure fire plan&lt;br /&gt;I truly felt the heat&lt;br /&gt;I lay there like a piece of meat&lt;br /&gt;They turned me over&lt;br /&gt;I burned to a crisp&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t be all that bright&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t wait for the white knight&lt;br /&gt;It was too late to save me from the fire&lt;br /&gt;The flames became higher each time&lt;br /&gt;I tried to escape&lt;br /&gt;I kept on getting burn&lt;br /&gt;I wept that life was going up in smoke&lt;br /&gt;It got extremely hot&lt;br /&gt;The sun gave it the best shot&lt;br /&gt;It boils down to this conclusion&lt;br /&gt;Living on earth is a frying pan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135260308073753?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ScareyKATT/' title='Frying Pan'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135260308073753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135260308073753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135260308073753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135260308073753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/frying-pan.html' title='Frying Pan'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135260522473689</id><published>1990-12-05T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:36:45.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Visit</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Dallas&lt;br /&gt;I thought my friend could help&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned that living in Texas is where I belonged&lt;br /&gt;What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;My sadness was up to my neck&lt;br /&gt;Life was a total wreck&lt;br /&gt;I claimed I wasn’t happy&lt;br /&gt;She proclaimed it was a part of God’s plans&lt;br /&gt;I explained my happiness comes first&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned I must do his plan&lt;br /&gt;I came to a realization&lt;br /&gt;She won’t help me at all&lt;br /&gt;I wasted valuable time&lt;br /&gt;She figured she could sweet talk of me staying&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a part of my plan&lt;br /&gt;She offered to pick me up for church every Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t fell for her deal&lt;br /&gt;After church, she took me straight home&lt;br /&gt;We said “goodbyes” and “see me this Sunday.”&lt;br /&gt;Hell, no - she was a big let down&lt;br /&gt;My mind was made up - I was going back to Hollywood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135260522473689?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.susanlucci.com/' title='Short Visit'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135260522473689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135260522473689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135260522473689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135260522473689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/short-visit.html' title='Short Visit'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135192629053706</id><published>1990-12-04T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:25:26.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hated living here&lt;br /&gt;I can’t wait to move back to Hollywood, dear&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to live in Texas for a year&lt;br /&gt;With my feelings, I was being sincere&lt;br /&gt;There wasn’t anything for me, much less a career&lt;br /&gt;The apartment was a one-year lease&lt;br /&gt;Moving to Hollywood was my peace&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk with the mother&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn’t listen, oh brother&lt;br /&gt;I lived in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I want to go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;How could I?&lt;br /&gt;I was far from everything&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do something&lt;br /&gt;I want to do anything&lt;br /&gt;The bus lines was many miles from my place&lt;br /&gt;I was stuck at home, doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;It was freaking boring&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t stand it&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t be happy&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t live in an unhappy home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135192629053706?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/' title='Unhappy Home'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135192629053706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135192629053706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135192629053706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135192629053706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/unhappy-home.html' title='Unhappy Home'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135192932546037</id><published>1990-12-03T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:25:29.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Other Man</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this attraction lonely lady&lt;br /&gt;She was frustrated with her hubby’s love&lt;br /&gt;He spent many hours at work&lt;br /&gt;He hardly notice her ant more&lt;br /&gt;She felt like their love was dying&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t respond to her attraction and love&lt;br /&gt;She was desperate to be in my arms&lt;br /&gt;She loves my smile and charm&lt;br /&gt;I reminded her of his younger self&lt;br /&gt;At first, she fought the attraction&lt;br /&gt;She thought long and hard about it&lt;br /&gt;She sought to have this little affair&lt;br /&gt;It taught her that she couldn’t resist me&lt;br /&gt;The attraction was so strong&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t feel guilty about cheating&lt;br /&gt;Her passion for her husband vanished&lt;br /&gt;I replaced him in her heart&lt;br /&gt;She was happier and more alive&lt;br /&gt;I was a fresh of breath air&lt;br /&gt;She could love the other man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135192932546037?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dallasvoice.com/' title='The Other Man'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135192932546037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135192932546037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135192932546037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135192932546037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/other-man.html' title='The Other Man'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135192867787463</id><published>1990-12-02T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:25:28.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Wife</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the wandered eyes&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t have time for me&lt;br /&gt;You was too busy for work&lt;br /&gt;You worked long hours&lt;br /&gt;I felt lonely and frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Some nights, you didn’t eat your meal&lt;br /&gt;You claimed you wasn’t that hungry&lt;br /&gt;You went straight to bed after work&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect me to do?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t getting enough loving&lt;br /&gt;I still love you thou&lt;br /&gt;I love you even more now&lt;br /&gt;You go away on long business trips&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss you on the lips&lt;br /&gt;You turned away from me&lt;br /&gt;It burned me that work gets in the way&lt;br /&gt;Our love took a nosedive&lt;br /&gt;The other men made me so alive&lt;br /&gt;Another lonely moment, I couldn’t survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135192867787463?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bbc.co.uk/eastenders/' title='Lonely Wife'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135192867787463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135192867787463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135192867787463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135192867787463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/lonely-wife.html' title='Lonely Wife'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135164946133413</id><published>1990-12-01T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:20:49.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Dear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why, dear?&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn’t suppose to be like that&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all my life&lt;br /&gt;I was a good husband&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could trust you&lt;br /&gt;I brought anything you wanted&lt;br /&gt;I sought your affair from afar&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t that blind&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes didn’t connect to mine&lt;br /&gt;The affair wasn’t that fine&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how long it went on&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I didn’t care&lt;br /&gt;So badly, I wanted to swear&lt;br /&gt;I cursed you with all the lust you have&lt;br /&gt;You deserved all the pain and suffering you gave me&lt;br /&gt;I served you with divorce papers&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be out of my life&lt;br /&gt;You’re no longer my wife&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to be someone’s whore&lt;br /&gt;On our marriage, you closed the door&lt;br /&gt;Why, dear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135164946133413?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://us.f1.yahoofs.com/users/bd6550b/bc/Yahoo!+Photo+Album/Murder.jpg?pfW7wbDB3lgZbvvC' title='Why, Dear?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135164946133413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135164946133413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135164946133413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135164946133413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/12/why-dear.html' title='Why, Dear?'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135150076500509</id><published>1990-11-30T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:18:20.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back, Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Welcome back, Steve&lt;br /&gt;I gained an abusive boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;My friend warned me about him&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t listen to him&lt;br /&gt;“That kind of relationship wasn’t love.”&lt;br /&gt;I was madly in love&lt;br /&gt;Sadly enough, my friend walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;My lover kept on hitting me&lt;br /&gt;I wept that I did something wrong&lt;br /&gt;I slept horrible&lt;br /&gt;I still wanted his love&lt;br /&gt;He filled our love into a sick love&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t stop hitting me&lt;br /&gt;I dropped him like a bad habit&lt;br /&gt;I hopped on the bus to Dallas&lt;br /&gt;I regained his friendship&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Back, Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135150076500509?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profiles.yahoo.com/ultravon' title='Welcome Back, Steve'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135150076500509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135150076500509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135150076500509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135150076500509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/welcome-back-steve.html' title='Welcome Back, Steve'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135149943529884</id><published>1990-11-29T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:18:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Love</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invisible love&lt;br /&gt;I was infatuated for someone&lt;br /&gt;I called him on the phone&lt;br /&gt;He wanted none of my love&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone without him&lt;br /&gt;He hated being a clone&lt;br /&gt;I saw him in a different light&lt;br /&gt;He was too good looking to be straight&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I have him?&lt;br /&gt;It drove me crazy&lt;br /&gt;A white dove flew to me&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed the note from the beak&lt;br /&gt;I can be a geek sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Love wasn’t there to begin with&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be any different&lt;br /&gt;I was gay and he was straight&lt;br /&gt;Why chase after invisible love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135149943529884?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.lapride.org/' title='Invisible Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135149943529884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135149943529884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135149943529884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135149943529884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/invisible-love.html' title='Invisible Love'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135149849035404</id><published>1990-11-28T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:18:18.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Broken Friendship&lt;br /&gt;I went on a growing apart trip&lt;br /&gt;I might not get off the ship&lt;br /&gt;I ruined a good friendship&lt;br /&gt;I gave him lip&lt;br /&gt;I talked behind his back&lt;br /&gt;He walked away from me for good&lt;br /&gt;He balked at me how I treated him badly&lt;br /&gt;A good friend, I cheated myself&lt;br /&gt;Here was some food for thought&lt;br /&gt;Friends are there through thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;That golden rule I abused&lt;br /&gt;I misused him for granted&lt;br /&gt;He threw me out of his life&lt;br /&gt;We grew apart, thanks to me&lt;br /&gt;He may never be my friend again&lt;br /&gt;Broken friendship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135149849035404?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jimmygarvin.com/' title='Broken Friendship'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135149849035404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135149849035404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135149849035404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135149849035404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/broken-friendship.html' title='Broken Friendship'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135106260656609</id><published>1990-11-27T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:11:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safety Net</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safety Net&lt;br /&gt;I set him in his place&lt;br /&gt;His drinking met up with him again&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol was his pet&lt;br /&gt;I let him have it&lt;br /&gt;I won’t choose between his drinking and him&lt;br /&gt;It was no contest and a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;My negative energy rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;I was positive that his drinking wasn’t my problem&lt;br /&gt;He felt safe drinking around me&lt;br /&gt;I found it to be an excuse&lt;br /&gt;He would continues to abuse his body&lt;br /&gt;I should have done it the first time&lt;br /&gt;It could save me from reliving the past&lt;br /&gt;The past caught up in the present&lt;br /&gt;It taught me a valuable lesion&lt;br /&gt;I destroyed the safety net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135106260656609?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profiles.yahoo.com/kafalc3' title='Safety Net'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135106260656609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135106260656609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106260656609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106260656609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/safety-net.html' title='Safety Net'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135106679524330</id><published>1990-11-26T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:11:06.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Love&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will come in between the two of us&lt;br /&gt;We was really in love&lt;br /&gt;I was so sure it cured me of the blues I had&lt;br /&gt;It must be true love&lt;br /&gt;I trusted everything will fall into it’s place&lt;br /&gt;Something I will never regret&lt;br /&gt;The everlasting love never dies&lt;br /&gt;It kept us in a strong bond&lt;br /&gt;Even the wolf in sheep’s clothing can’t tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;I saw it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;True love had never hit me so hard before&lt;br /&gt;You gave me love to cherish with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;I saved myself for u, the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;Other men tempted me&lt;br /&gt;Sure, another man may catch my eye&lt;br /&gt;I would have been a prey&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t let myself through that&lt;br /&gt;God set me on a trail for true love&lt;br /&gt;I get wet all inside&lt;br /&gt;I was mushy for someone to live&lt;br /&gt;I was so fond of you&lt;br /&gt;I gave you all my love&lt;br /&gt;I lived with Mr. Right&lt;br /&gt;We had a bright future to live for&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will come in between the two of us&lt;br /&gt;True love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135106679524330?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://profiles.yahoo.com/ScareyKATT' title='True Love'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135106679524330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135106679524330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106679524330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106679524330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135106499049859</id><published>1990-11-25T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:11:04.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paycheck</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paycheck was my way to earn money for a living&lt;br /&gt;I forsaken my boring job&lt;br /&gt;I ended up living on the street&lt;br /&gt;It sent me looking for another job&lt;br /&gt;I won’t waste time on the street&lt;br /&gt;I kept on looking till I find something&lt;br /&gt;I wept when someone offered me a job&lt;br /&gt;I was going to survive in this world&lt;br /&gt;I grew into a responsible person&lt;br /&gt;I glow bright as the North Star&lt;br /&gt;The right amount put me on the right track&lt;br /&gt;I got a life I always wanted&lt;br /&gt;I gained a loving wife and three wonderful kids&lt;br /&gt;I praised God for giving me everything&lt;br /&gt;I lived in my dream house in Dallas&lt;br /&gt;I steamed ahead to a better future&lt;br /&gt;A future where nothing could destroy my happiness&lt;br /&gt;Something got to give for God&lt;br /&gt;I donated lots of money to charity&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can rain on my parade, plain as simple&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135106499049859?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.aim.com' title='A Paycheck'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135106499049859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135106499049859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106499049859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106499049859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/paycheck.html' title='A Paycheck'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135106964840131</id><published>1990-11-24T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:14:47.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prom</title><content type='html'>by Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my sights on the crown&lt;br /&gt;It's rightfully mine to begin with&lt;br /&gt;I was living proof that I am the queen&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a good shot&lt;br /&gt;This queen wasn't greedy&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to please my every need&lt;br /&gt;I ceased the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I ran for Miss Queen at my school&lt;br /&gt;My gay friends thought it was cool&lt;br /&gt;We finally had a real queen to root for&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't give a hoot&lt;br /&gt;I came in living color&lt;br /&gt;I walked on the stage&lt;br /&gt;They stared at me&lt;br /&gt;I heard the whispers, "Beware of the flamboyant queen."&lt;br /&gt;The crown was too important for my gay friends and I&lt;br /&gt;Down on the floor, some peeps ran out of the door&lt;br /&gt;I gave everything I got&lt;br /&gt;I performed RuPaul's hit, "Supermodel Of The World"&lt;br /&gt;They were having the time of their lifes&lt;br /&gt;They yelled "We want a real queen, not some cheap imitation!"&lt;br /&gt;I felt so good inside&lt;br /&gt;Everyone danced their asses off&lt;br /&gt;They announced the King and the Queen&lt;br /&gt;The real queen was here&lt;br /&gt;No one could steal my moment&lt;br /&gt;The first time in my life, I was on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;I was popular as never before&lt;br /&gt;I was ever so gay&lt;br /&gt;It made my night&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't trade it for the world&lt;br /&gt;"Long live the queen!" they chanted&lt;br /&gt;This queen belongs with the crown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135106964840131?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hometown.aol.co.uk/spiritalien/' title='The Prom'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135106964840131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135106964840131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106964840131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135106964840131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/prom.html' title='The Prom'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135055841054848</id><published>1990-11-23T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:02:38.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitch Black</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see anything&lt;br /&gt;Darkness was all around me&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed&lt;br /&gt;I tried to turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the lamp doesn’t work&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my knee slightly&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn’t see anything&lt;br /&gt;I feared for the worst&lt;br /&gt;I hope it wasn’t true&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go blind, I just can’t&lt;br /&gt;I can’t lose my sight&lt;br /&gt;I crawled back to bed&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock&lt;br /&gt;Damn, the batteries wasn’t working either&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I may be going blind&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see anything at all&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the TV, nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;It dawned on me&lt;br /&gt;The storm knocked out the power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135055841054848?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.michaelaligclubkids.com/contents.htm' title='Pitch Black'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135055841054848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135055841054848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135055841054848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135055841054848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/pitch-black.html' title='Pitch Black'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135039850975733</id><published>1990-11-22T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:59:58.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Gary Gonzales&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sweet dear friend wrote me a poem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You are for all to admire&lt;br /&gt;Truly everyone’s hearts desire&lt;br /&gt;Your giving and kindness was something odd&lt;br /&gt;Your sharing and caring was a gift from God&lt;br /&gt;Please be happy and don’t focus on gay&lt;br /&gt;Think good thoughts, good things will come your way”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was good to be known like that&lt;br /&gt;It was even better being famous&lt;br /&gt;My closest friends was a part of that&lt;br /&gt;I was moved so much that tears came from my heart&lt;br /&gt;He was like a father to me&lt;br /&gt;He gave me everything in the whole world&lt;br /&gt;He made my world much better to enjoy life&lt;br /&gt;He was a good friend indeed&lt;br /&gt;The closest thing to family was my friends&lt;br /&gt;They gave you all the support, love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;It filled the void in my heart&lt;br /&gt; I hadn’t seen my family in ages&lt;br /&gt;Two families was better than one&lt;br /&gt;Gary’s poem made me feeling good about life&lt;br /&gt;I rushed out to shared it with friends&lt;br /&gt;The impression on their faces made his poem extra special&lt;br /&gt;It will forever remain in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A motherly friend cried in joy and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;We would miss him deeply when he dies&lt;br /&gt;His poem was our treasure to cherish&lt;br /&gt;Good friends never died&lt;br /&gt;They stayed in our hearts to keep in touch with our memories&lt;br /&gt;Feeling good made us share the best things in life with friends&lt;br /&gt;And the poem Gary wrote was one of them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135039850975733?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.grooveradio.com/' title='Feeling Good'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135039850975733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135039850975733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135039850975733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135039850975733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113135007427656020</id><published>1990-11-21T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:56:55.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is…</title><content type='html'>By Kazz Falcon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Positive and negative&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Being alive and death&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;A baby and a grown up&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Being careful and living dangerous&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Choices and mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Love and lust&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Friends and enemies&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;War and peace&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Young and old&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful and healing&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Strong and weak&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;The truth and lies&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Wealthy and poor&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Eating and starving&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and crying&lt;br /&gt;Life is&lt;br /&gt;What you make the most out of it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113135007427656020?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.hollywoodhousing.org/' title='Life Is…'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113135007427656020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113135007427656020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135007427656020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113135007427656020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/life-is.html' title='Life Is…'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113134992040563300</id><published>1990-11-20T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:52:00.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Always Endures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Earth Always Endures&lt;br /&gt;Not quite like hell&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big fire burning&lt;br /&gt;Souls are being lost&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we need Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Heaven on earth is more like it&lt;br /&gt;Earth always endures&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113134992040563300?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113134992040563300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113134992040563300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113134992040563300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113134992040563300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/earth-always-endures.html' title='Earth Always Endures'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18702301.post-113134964494956983</id><published>1990-11-19T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:47:24.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dragon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;By Kazz Falcon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dragon&lt;br /&gt;He was once of the fierce creatures I ever love&lt;br /&gt;He was friendly at first&lt;br /&gt;His kindness captured my heart&lt;br /&gt;We became lovers&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I was insane back then&lt;br /&gt;Could fast love works?&lt;br /&gt;The black cloud came forth&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped in a troublesome relationship&lt;br /&gt;His drinking increased gotten out of control&lt;br /&gt;I had no place to escape&lt;br /&gt;He never did hit me or be violent with me&lt;br /&gt;My only peace was on the web&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to be a spider&lt;br /&gt;The web was a safety net&lt;br /&gt;He was in a car accident and lost everything&lt;br /&gt;We went our separate ways&lt;br /&gt;But our love dreadfully stayed intact&lt;br /&gt;The dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18702301-113134964494956983?l=scareykattpoems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://gaydar.co.uk/' title='The Dragon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/feeds/113134964494956983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18702301&amp;postID=113134964494956983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113134964494956983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18702301/posts/default/113134964494956983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scareykattpoems.blogspot.com/1990/11/dragon.html' title='The Dragon'/><author><name>scareykatt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi5EqJhQbyc/TVVlIbULuOI/AAAAAAAAELg/iYLxemfZK7E/s220/scarey.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
